'The legs have come back! '
The eyes shouted
swimming around in
the goldfish bowl.
My mouth
remained tight-lipped
perched
upon the perch
in the budgie's cage
...sh**!
And indeed
the legs
who had taken themselves off
and gone for a walk
around about midnight
on their own
had returned
(without any explanation)
of where
they had been
or with whom.
They had scratches
about the knees
& a telephone number
(written in biro)
on the left inner
thigh.
I tried
to pull myself
to-get-her.
'Damn the demon
drink! '
I thought slurridly
before passing out.
'Never...ne...ver..
a...gain! '
But I was in bits
couldn't get a grip
on
my
self.
My brain had gone
riding the lift
up 'n' down
up 'n' down
all night
with one of my arms.
The other arm
was alseep.
*****
This was sparked by seeing a Helmut Newton shot of just that...a pair of just attractive legs in heels standing at an open door with the caption THE LEGS HAVE COME BACK. I couldn't resist writing it!
It's amazing where they come from but while they are coming who cares and when they inspire a poem this good it's a bonus. I loved that you were legless when you were seeing the legs heehee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome legs! ...interesting subject - and very creative imagination... How funny, in fact often pair of legs kindles the imagination more highly than a complete figure. Or maybe the imagination is kind of a mouth and needs to take its 'food' in bites - the pictures in fragments...