Artist

Alexander Averin

Monday, 31 March 2014

Jigsaw






Jigsaw



Model legs, blood red shoes, spider-web tattoos, 
clothes patchy, motley and so much like her
life, a jigsaw of  unlinkable pieces.
To escape her incompleteness, she hides
her tears and becomes unreachable; like 
a butterfly she flits from bloom to doom.
By night she stares  at stars, dreams of angels 
and follows the footprints of stiletto moons.
By day she whittles all the wooden fragments, 
brightens, lacquers, polishes them all
till they look tempered, calm and harmonized
to hide the tangle, twist and snarl that lurks within.



Cait O’Connor


Magpie Tale time again (more here).

12 comments:

Mrs Black the shoppe keeping cat said...

Beautiful. I especially love, 'the footprints of stiletto moons'. x

Belva Rae Staples said...

Nice piece of work. We had similar ideas, too.

Leovi said...

Yes, an excellent composition, creativity is exquisite in this poem!

Frances said...

Cait, your poem's title gives us a hint of the clues that each line of the poem will reveal.

You've left it to your readers to solve the puzzle.

Beautifully written. I've got to think a bit about how I would put the pieces together. xo

humbird said...

You offer to untangle the twist to readers... ...where to start ...fun!

Kutamun said...

Seems like she has a rich inner life, to me .....

Berowne said...

Shrewd and rather wise...

Tess Kincaid said...

Beautiful...especially like stiletto moons...

Donetta Sifford said...

This was amazing. I love how you portrayed her day life so different from night and the things she keeps hidden.

Karen S. said...

Your words paint such a prefect picture of her!

Helena said...

I really love this poem and this line in particular:

'like a butterfly she flits from bloom to doom'

Brilliantly crafted, Cait!

Poet Laundry said...

I feel for one so troubled. Life can be such a puzzle. Excellent work.