How illusions can be shattered. I saw Raquel Welch coming out of the sea in
Dr No in thhe first stanza. Nicely done Arthur, good one.

James


>From: Arthur <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Incongruity
>Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2002 13:38:11 -0000
>
>                              Incongruity
>
>Slim as a stick, she steps, new-born, from sea,
>a black and streaming Venus, child of foam.
>Sarong encases her nubility,
>her wet sleek hair held by a pearly comb.
>She flops the fresh caught squids beside her thigh
>and picks a rock to chip a scallop shell.
>She squints and tests the edge with thumb and eye
>then slits and cleans her catch where blue waves swell.
>
>Ma Belle Sauvage, my Queen, my Goddess rare!
>Intent on these, your Mesolithic skills,
>you do not see me, here in shade, admire
>your wondrous deftness as you clean your kills.
>Instead you're rapt in ghetto blaster's spell
>with Elvis belting out  'Heartbreak Hotel '




bw
James


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