Wrap Around Me A Bow of Words

A little poem I came up with. Meant to be read aloud.

I haven’t got a melodious voice

To entrance you like a siren’s call.

I can’t move my body with grace and elegance--

Not the enticing way a nymph can.

I can’t paint on innocent surfaces

And make your soul cry with all the types of tears at once.

 

But, I have five strong fingers on one hand,

And a stubble of a pencil in my possession

So that they can create my stunning masks

And softest silk to wrap myself in layers.

 

Words,

To make me beautiful.

Words to wrap around me like a satin bow and make me pretty.

Does it make you shiver with desire

When I dress myself in Edgar’s woes

And Emily’s lyrical wit?

 

Perhaps you are an Ernest fellow or a Whit-y man.

If you are, sir,

Run along to the seas or some far away land

While I allure those who are left to endure

My…slipping into a comfortable Sapphic verse.  

Author's Note

Um, I don't know what I just wrote. It just came out.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes, no really most times...the best poems just "come out"--just flow from the fingers on the keyboard...

i like your references to Poe, Dickinson, Whitman and Hemmingway...and the way you incorporated them into the theme of your poem...

i can wrap you in my words, and you did just that to me, with this clever poem.