Tuesday, October 10, 2006

fashion workers

Fashion Workers

Hundred and ten naked women
stood before me, a scrawny lot,
hips like reefs in treacherous
waters, and in their yellow bird
eyes hysteria lurked, ready to
flay me with tongues of spiked
leather, if I dared to be critical.

Then, as by magic, they wore
high fashion prancing up and
down a plank, exotic buzzards
smiling to their inner self. No
earth mother with sturdy thighs,
milky bosom and a Bermuda
triangle amongst that lot.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I loved the line about the hips. Great imagery!

Anna Kaye

Anonymous said...

I also loved the imagery in this poem. And the final lines elicited a laughing grunt of recognition.