Monday, 25 January 2010

re POEM 2

Eloise
Scents of Identity

Sachet-blonde
hair gelled
in signature boy-band
style

permanent pout
peeks
from apricot
lips.

She is dressed
in French-chic,
a replica of haute
couture;
as if she’s walked
off a Chanel show
in Paris;

her glassy stare
through severe designer
frames catches my gaze
briefly as she unzips
knee-
length
pointy boots…

balanced on one foot,
then the other

she slips both off,

before sauntering
towards the kitchen area,
hollering: “teas, coffees…”
in thick Mancunian twang;

a togged-up faux-pas
of cultural conundrum –
she is no different from moi.


Catherine Mark

1 comment:

Gerry Boyd said...

Perfect CMB, glad to see you're back. Bravo!