Provoking Smell Of Mignonette And Fishpond Poem by Galina Struchalina

provoking smell of mignonette and fishpond
does nоt accept half-lights and regulations...
all that is she, the girl, whose little fingers
keep scratches of a cat and canker-rose...

the girl with briny neck and thick rough hair -
her laugh explodes nights on hundred pieces,
where fish and nixies dance amid reflections...
and the Creation sinks among the darkness.

and she has horny soles, my girl from Seashore...
and on her skirt she has two waving ruffles...
the evening smells of mignonette and fishpond...
and there's a little scar below her choker -
so slim, so white - you couldn't not to touch it!
...the scar is like a bee sting... like a death sting...