Thursday 11 August 2011

Street Woman


Street Woman

she sneaks between the joints
she moves between the cracks
she jumps over the lines
she sniffs, she breathes the sliced clarity of this reality
she pushes through the dark alleys
always on the prowl
always on the lookout
looking forward and ahead
through the glimmer of oil-spills
she sees the ancestors of the streets
through the cracks in the pavements
she smells the verdant memory of forsaken forests
she is the street woman
her soul feels the rhythm of the unrest
her loins beat with the pulse of the shifting tar
she sneaks between the joints
she moves between the cracks
she jumps over the lines
through dark pools she walks
and still she sees what is over there
in her lies
the wildness
and
the innocence
call her child
call her witch
call her the free roamin' bitch
like a feral cat
she weaves her way through dark and light
sometimes seeing, sometimes blind
she winds her tread over the uncertainties of skin and mind
stitching together the scattered remnants of ecstasy still found
in the pristine crevices of the heart

1 comment:

  1. I love your poetry. Beautiful! Especially this part: in her lies
    the wildness
    and
    the innocence
    call her child
    call her witch
    call her the free roamin' bitch
    like a feral cat
    she weaves her way through dark and light
    sometimes seeing, sometimes blind...

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