Sunday, May 10, 2009

Poem #17 Thirty Poems in Thirty Days

A Brass Rubbing

Margaret Peyton of Isleham, Cambridgeshire
is cast in brass

I rubbed her shape through black paper,
a crayon separating my fingers
from her breasts

As if to stay prying hands, she held her hands
in outward supplication,
savoring control

She moved through paper,
stirring beneath lace,
conforming to pressure

I rubbed my lace lady
with care, afraid to mar
embroidered stitches on Viennese brocade,
to alter hang of cloth

Her face
framed by a butterfly headdress
burned through paper,
watching my movements,
focusing on my tenderness

Linda © 2009
NaPoWriMo: 30 Poems in 30 days.

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