Aw yeh. I like this quite well Ms C.
A coupla thoughts: 'the lump' didn't work well for me - drew attention to
itself when I'd rather it didn't.
Also: 'some show a strap and spoil the dress and some have nails like
painted spades' seemed too long to me - good stuff, too much in a single
mouthful (compared to the rest of the piece). Maybe needs to be expanded
into two pairs of lines/couplets? Or maybe not... LOL
Good work Ms C.
Frank
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> Farmer's Boy
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> With your dad, on the land, you'd wring a neck or drown a runt
> or swill a coop of feathered blood.
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> On icy days you'd blow your fingers back to life
> through soil that stained your skin and wouldn't wash away.
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> At night your mother mumbled psalms or counted coins
> or grumbled at the clock and shouted orders at your dad.
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> He never saw her naked, never pressed his ear against the lump
> to hear the heartbeat.
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> Now that you're middle-aged you need to know their cup size,
> their pulse rate, the colour of a thong. Why, in a bar
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> some show a strap and spoil the dress and some have nails like
>painted spades
> and wiggle when they pass you for the Ladies.
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> And some wear silk and if you're good they'll let you iron it
> and hang it with their cashmere. You have to know
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> their blood group, what makes them taste of mouthwash.
> You have to know low volume jazz
>
> the sticky sweetness: the reek of bruised fruit in sacks and
>why
> your mum's still counting, keeping track.
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>christina fletcher
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The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
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