Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Poem: Seven Studies for a Self-Portrait (Study #5)

Study #5
after Frida Kahlo

I dream I am a wreck of a woman.

I am not grand like a ruins, I am not a broken column.

I am the traffic accident on morning radio.

A bus handrail is sticking in my uterus like a huge thumbtack.

My collarbone hangs round my throat like a necklace.

I dream a monkey is picking up bits of my spine with his pale hands.

The monkey is carefully arranging me back together.

I hear the Professor say the monkey is the traditional symbol for lust.

My monkey is very gentle.

When he is finished, I will take him to my breast, and offer him my nipple.

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4 comments:

Calder said...

This poem sure takes the reader on a journey. I like what you said and whatyou didn't say here. Great read!

Thanks for stopping in at Every Day Poets and commenting on my poem there. Appreciated!!!

Smiles!

I have noticed in the past week or so that blogger has been getting a bit more creatuve with their word verifications... mine below here is

scardipp

Jee Leong Koh said...

Dear scaredipp, why is your ipp scared? Thanks for reading!

Jee Leong

Eshuneutics said...

Sort of Plath meets Kahlo--what a meeting of minds.

Jee Leong Koh said...

Andrew, you're right. I had not realized I was channeling Plath. Now it seems obvious to me.