Wednesday, 11 April 2012

'The Painted Lady'. An obscure old poem..


The Painted Lady   

Self declared perfection,
Well honed edge to designer  blade,
Cutting all around who
Refuse to fawn and drool.
A butterfly from a jar,
Without natural colour,
Accepting preserved death:
A frozen beauty...
She knows...
But seeks no escape.

FIL - 29/12/08 on Myspace (withdrawn after 1 day)
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2 comments:

  1. Paul Digby11 April 2012 at 17:14

    I wonder why you removed this after one day, in the past.
    There is more to this than the words and lines one reads, somehow?
    A background story, or commentary?
    Intriguing!

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    1. FIL12 April 2012 at 04:12

      More to this than what one reads? Unconsciously and probably so; but I dislike work that expounds at great length and tries to hammer the point into the reader's brain. I have no idea why I removed it originally. Perhaps I was disappointed with it?

      Thank you Paul.

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