Body Art

Body Art

A Poem by E S Stevens

Sometimes a poem comes to me and refuses to leave. Such is the case with this one.

My mother forbade tattoos,
so instead I collect bruises - 
a creative solution for obtaining body art.

Pale yellow ponds meet
deep purple pastures.
White and blue shadows
dance across stubbled knees.

Mother forbade ink, but never mentioned bruising.
Color my legs with the chaos of life.

© 2012 E S Stevens

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Added on May 31, 2012
Last Updated on May 31, 2012
Tags: bruises, bruise, tattoo, body art, creativity, rules, mother