Monday, 4 April 2016

POEM - Lipstick

This one germinated as a result of a workshop run by Mud Press and Too Deep for a Monday, two awesome Nottingham-based poetry organisations. The workshop leaders asked us to look at a table of objects, and write about one of them. I chose a tube of lipstick, and this is the poem so far:

Lipstick 
Shaped like a bullet
Concealing a kiss
Painted perfection
A heartbeat, a fist.

Performing perfection
The salt of the sea
A woman, a ribbon
A bite from a flea.

Red as a rosebud
A tumour, a fist
Shaped like a bullet
Concealing a kiss.

The colour of heartbeats
Perfection, the sea
The salt of a songbird
A bullet, a flea.

A bite from a woman
As red as a fist
Shaped like a bullet
Concealing a kiss.

Performing a tumour
A songbird, the sea
Shaped like perfection
A heartbeat, a flea.

Painting a woman
Perfection, a fist
Shaped like a bullet
Concealing a kiss.

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