Dolly Bird

This poem is from Doors, number 19, January, 1985. The magazine was a thrice yearly poetry magazine aiming to bring Dorset poets and readers in touch with the poetry scene outside the county – and vice versa.

Dolly Bird

scarce pent
in glossy trews
tapered, diamente,
rear view
she was all
loins and buttocks –
valleys and
causing accidents
inviting the fate.

Proud of her assests
blinded by instinct
she could not see
the weals and bruises
the reddened eyes
rapacious kids
the penny-pinching
lying in wait.

Delectable innocent
mindless ornament
she stilted on
towards her Golgotha
trailing perfume
scarce pent
in glossy trews.

Robert Lumsden
Freshwater, Isle of Wight

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