Words to be Said to a Portrait by Mandy Pannett

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Lady you are un-jewelled

solemn and alone

This room resembles an orangerie

Light is thin

A glass bell in the citrus grove

hid in a tiny tree

Were there hoof-beats in the air

whispers in the grove

Did you sip the sweet-sour juice

spill it

on your red dress

There are words to be said to a portrait


orange douce

Did you hear the hoof-beats

with chimes of glass in the air

Secrets hide in an orangerie

in the whispers of your red dress

Did you peel that orange Did you suck

the juice

that orange douce


so  un-jewelled

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