Tuesday, June 2, 2009

L'inconnue de la Seine


(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L'Inconnue_de_la_Seine)


driftwood & moss ballet slow-sifted in paper skin

spider-veined the faith of grasping silhouettes

from the strain of naked nape

a violin emerges

a moment bathed in martyrdom

stomach bloated with gibbous moon waxed

in surging calm-- vertical dance before

flecked grey

soft obelisk glyphs in knotted hair--

the foreboding crest of an awakened monsoon

then recession--solitude--the dull blue pebble

form

3 comments:

Inspire2 said...

the foreboding crest of an awakened monsoon

then recession--solitude--the dull blue pebble

form

....amazing verse Matina, crushing as life and death itself! OX

Inspire2 said...

Coyote chews the leg to hurt the hurt, I chew my soul at first thought of you. Each bite reminds me of lifes fantastic possibilities. Beautiful images you evoke. All blood and fear and love and terror. What a beautiful pattern you cut against a tepid sky. I should be reading you every day!!

Matina L. Stamatakis said...

Thank you so much, Justin!!
Xox!

~m.