Cecilia – a poem

A version of this poem was published in May 2015 in the Newcastle Centre for the Literary Arts Review here and in Bitter Blush in December 2016 here.

 

Cecilia

 

Little porcelain doll; raven strands in curled crowns

Tied with thick black rope. White gossamer waves flow

Off your hollow eggshell body, down to black-tipped feet,

Black-knotted bows – spiders cautiously showing a leg.

A deadly bow outlines your lip,

Venus eyes gaze through shadow. A wooden pall

Crushed the light. Now fallen from your marble mantle

You lie here. In this dark, satin gloves are wool, lace trim

The same midnight-nothing as the coarse string

Of the rag doll’s plait. You may as well be nude.

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