The dipsy blonde with glasses
Is bending over again,
Trying to re-arrange her
Smooth crispy skin
And thick shoes.
The naïve
Child doesn’t know
It is being watched
Through two snake eyes,
Slithering towards
It’s next vocation
Getting ready
To pounce on that
Dipsy blonde with glasses;
Bending over exposing
A segment of her
Lower back
That dipsy blonde
With glasses.
Mary X.
Nice observational piece this. It read well and this would be a must at a reading. I like how you make this come to life as if a painting (and the title itself suggests a portrait.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess I can recommend this piece though I'm ashamed of myself for doing so. This is purely for artistic reasons you know. This is nothing Lamont would object to, I'm sure. He's all for artistic expression. GW62