Her New Face
Her cloak is water-- it falls away blue-gold to depths dark as the space between here and Pluto. She rolls upward creamy breasts shimmering stomach titian hair to soft beams bouncing off waves. She wakes in a field as bright yellow as mbuna fish her new face open to the sun. Taunja Thomson This poem was written for the 20 Poem Challenge. Taunja Thomson: "My poetry has most recently appeared in Anti-Heroin Chic and will be featured in the September 2016 issue of Halcyon Days. Two of my poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Award: “Seahorse and Moon” in 2005 and “I Walked Out in January” in 2016. I have co-authored a chapbook of ekphrastic poetry which has recently been accepted for publication and have a writer’s page at https://www.facebook.com/TaunjaThomsonWriter"
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Deborah Guzzi
9/30/2016 11:26:46 am
Lovely imagery!
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