Naked Mannequin
July 2011
June 2011
Dreaming of Thailand
Favourite Poem
The Love Poem- Carol Ann Duffy
Till love exhausts itself, longs
for the sleep of words -
my mistress’ eyes -
to lie on a white sheet, at rest
in the language -
let me count the ways -
or shrink to a phrase like an epitaph -
come live with me -
or fall from its own high cloud as syllables
in a pool of verse -
one hour with thee.
Till love gives in and speaks
in the whisper of art -
dear heart,how you like this? -
love’s lips pursed to quotation marks
kissing a line -
look in thy heart and write -
love’s light fading, darkening,
black as ink on a page -
there is a garden in her face.
Till love is all in the mind -
O my America! my new-found land -
or all in the pen
in the writer’s hand -
behold, thou art fair -not there, except in a poem,
known by heart like a prayer,
both near and far,
near and far -
the desire of the moth for the star.
Well what did you expect?
