Body and Thighs – Ars Poetica
Hair that shines in the sun.
Strands that lift as in the wind,
a rearrangement, a lyric.
Eyes that observe
and lay aside images, selections
that are poems at poems conception.
Nose, you smell poems a mile away,
the salt air of the shoreline, the ever –
changing environment: the poem
coming ashore on her new sense of baptism.
The mouth whispering
or cursing, or singing
or silent or pausing.
The chin, addressing your audience.
The neck, ridged and aching
with poetry’s stubbornness
to survive her utterance.
Poetry’s fear in her breast;
her love in heart and her belly.
Poetry’s shoulders: I work past
the frozenness and pain and build
on Poetry’s thighs, birthplace,
energies centre, taking unexpected
muscle weight as knees bend
at poetry’s day to day tasks
or at poetry’s sporting fixtures.
Your body a Commonwealth
of poems in training; performance.
the podium of the body. Bodies
lined up and waiting.
The winds of poetry always
in your hair. Even when
the head is shaved there
will be poems in the body.
See your fingernails.
What poems lie under them?
Shorten your nails into a haiku.
Grow them and paint them
and write them outlandish.
Never scratch the eyes
out of the next poem you see.
Caress and manicure right
down to poetry’s cuticles,
the hair on your head.
Benita Kape © 13.4.2018
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But I want to pay tribute to Dame Valarie Adams who is so dedicated to her sport of shot put and is beautiful as a person, a mother, a daughter, a wife. At present competing at the Commonwealth Games in Brisbane, Australia.