collection, The Suspension of the Moon, 2006,
Books, ed Anne Born, ISBN 0-9552424-0-1;
published in Ambit
These wings were my
passport to nakedness.
are not angelís but fairyís wings.
paintbrushes and pigments he uses on them
me that joy can be squeezed
drops out of my skin into your eyes,
you love me as long as my young body
in his frame ó long as anyone knows.
blue fall of water silk over my arm covers my legs
Venusís mound in a shimmering smoke shift.
the moony studio light, I am really like that
the woodbine and violets are normal sized flowers
up into giants to make me look small.
hair a steady spray of gold so the veil and my tresses
moon and sun curling gently upon one another.
know my nipples surpass the perfection of any bud.
plant my feet firmly down on the leafís fringe
they run down the beach of his looking
flutter kick through the wondering tide in his eyes,
to wherever your thoughts find a place
Titania unclothed ó
wings in your face.
Suspension of the Moon",
the Myths of Dartmoor",
poetry & music,
Simon Williams, Julia Thomas
& Howard Frey