Sunday, 29 January 2017

Being watched

Image by Manon Bellet
Pleased to have this poem pubished recently by the lovely ekphrastic anthology Visual Verse (see links at bottom of this post)

Being watched

her chemise
lands in a whisper
        of silk on slate


clear shadows slant on the wall
where afternoon sun finds
       gaps in blinds


       she knows he watches
       so she spins


turns in a whirl
       of sun and shadows


dust motes drift
        her skirts swirl
              and fall


her hands snake in a rhythm
only she can feel


heat pricks her neck
       the blush of her knowing
       shows in her face


and sweat cools
       making a dampness
               on her back





http://visualverse.org/submissions/being-watched/


http://visualverse.org/about-visual-verse/