Thursday, November 02, 2006


Retainers back in her purse and
Frank long gone away,
she stole Previn, but lost Woody
to her own wide-eyed silent child.
Innocence ebbed from that street urchin's smile
teasing out legs-spread nude photos,
to scatter like dead leaves over the mantlepiece
for Mia to rake up and see.

Is my blood still to be spilled like hers was
for the passion filled debts of my youth
or mght some man with heart
big as the moon's belly
now safely touch me again?

I'm weary of paying the Piper,
want no more penalties.
No more interest due,
        in handfuls of fairy dust,
drifting and tumbling,
igniting the late afternoon sky.


Plus Ultra said...

Lovely last paragragh, the height of the poem, thought provoking, good

Pris said...

Thanks. I really appreciate your comment. I like the last stanza best, myself.

Pat Paulk said...

I'm a little partial to "with heart big as the moons belly". Sounds like the essence of things hoped for. Or, it makes me think of my belly... Excellent poem Pris!!

Pris said...

Thanks, Pat...and you gave me a smile, too:-)

tom said...

hey, pris,
strong poem all the way through.

Pris said...

Hi Tom,

polona said...

i love this one, especially the last stanza!

luc u! said...

another shattering poem pris.


Pris said...

Polona and luc, thanks. luc, I didn't realize you had a blog. Will check it out.

Michael Parker said...

I like this very much, Pris.

Pris said...

Thanks, Micheal!