Saturday, August 21, 2010

Her song was never a nightingale 
she stood on his balcony
he asked her if she was
in the movie.i do what i can
to survive she said, balancing
the candles glued in her hair.

he kissed her.a mouth filled
with paper stars. teeth for
the archeologists to find.

the sun was sliced orange
against the sky. a veiled lady
in the garden held shears.
off with their heads, she screamed
at the flowers.

Zoe Miller
image: little augury via victoria thorne

1 comment:

Lydia said...

This is a marvelous post! I'm amazed that you found an image that goes so perfectly with the great poem.