Astral Beautician Lipsticks the Pig
God blows a steady breath of light
on sleeping faces with a divine hair dryer
doing up the doo we’re due
Tomorrow we shine with memory
life’s scent emanates from our wrist
no one notices our cardboard eyes
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Great last line!
That last line! Yes!
“no one notices our cardboard eyes”
Thank you for sharing this with us.
I love this. You are so talented, thanks for sharing.
Love the various play with sound–the “d”s in lines 3-4, the internal rhyme in “scent emanates,” and the lack of rhyme in “cardboard eyes.”
I worried whether it worked. It felt right, but I wasn’t sure
Thank you for your kind words.
Thank you, Wendy. This poem came from a dream. I saw God (or God’s stunt double) blowing the light on the sleeping face of a manikin.
Thank you Gabi. Except for the third line, which I couldn’t resist indulging in (do doo due), the alliteration and rhythm is unconscious carryover from poetry class exercises.
First of all, who could resist reading a poem with a title like that!! It’s fabulous! Love the repetition in “doing, doo” and due”! Then the “cardboard eyes” last line that is the twisting away from the fancifulness of the rest of the poem! Your dream poems need to be a second book for you!!