Hi Christina,
I like Ginger's attitude. Sounds like an animal I could bump into in a noisy
pub in Newcastle... a few pints and they tell the things that intrigue me!
Then the last stanza is great!
Bob
who may not go ti Egypt for his next cheap holiday...
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Ginger
>Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2004 07:39:04 EST
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> Ginger
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> I’m curling bones, a tuft of hair.
> My skin still clings in folds.
> But oh, I rise and rattle when the keepers leave.
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> See, I'm not stuffed like kings
> whose company I keep --- a brainless lot
> stiff in their flax and box and posh sarcophagus.
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> No myrrh for me: a natural case of desert desiccation.
> Jiggle and flap! And all my organs still intact
> inside my body, not magic pots.
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> Four sons of Horus? Isis knot? What rot!
> I never held a book of spells but still
> my ka and na and akh are doing nicely, thanks.
>
> By day I dream of gawping schoolgirls
> misting the glass around this phoney tomb,
> giggling at what's between my legs.
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> christina fletcher
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> ka (spirit), ba (personality), and the akh (immortality).
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