Mid-afternoon Musings of a Turtle-Lady in a Downtown Café
Oh my goddess
She was so beautiful
A relic like a fossilized heart
upon my breast
Sweetly, she etched her way there
A mirrored crescent placed softly
Graphite composition
But she’s all watercolor.
Smooth edges melted over
Delicate layers upon canvass skin
Turtle-Lady, a leather-cheeked smile
Each fine line tells a portion of
Herstory
Years that have come to pass, landmarks and
Milestones upon her skin
Flesh-baring fragments
Of a chronology
Oh my goddess, she was so content
As sunlight warmed her sweet upturned lips
And what wisdom laid there before
What wonder had graced
My mid-afternoon musings in a downtown café
This little haven
My urban escape
Eyes glazed over
Smoke screen effect
Worn layers coming apart
like peelings from an onion.
A corsage of indigo upon her hair nests
Turtle Lady, Turtle Relic
Brought forth this flood
And my pen cannot rest.
On a compromised napkin
Wrinkled and coffee-stained
It writes an homage
For a turtle lady
It marks my admiration
In humble refrain.
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christina julianna
june 18th, 2011
Oh my goddess
She was so beautiful
A relic like a fossilized heart
upon my breast
Sweetly, she etched her way there
A mirrored crescent placed softly
Graphite composition
But she’s all watercolor.
Smooth edges melted over
Delicate layers upon canvass skin
Turtle-Lady, a leather-cheeked smile
Each fine line tells a portion of
Herstory
Years that have come to pass, landmarks and
Milestones upon her skin
Flesh-baring fragments
Of a chronology
Oh my goddess, she was so content
As sunlight warmed her sweet upturned lips
And what wisdom laid there before
What wonder had graced
My mid-afternoon musings in a downtown café
This little haven
My urban escape
Eyes glazed over
Smoke screen effect
Worn layers coming apart
like peelings from an onion.
A corsage of indigo upon her hair nests
Turtle Lady, Turtle Relic
Brought forth this flood
And my pen cannot rest.
On a compromised napkin
Wrinkled and coffee-stained
It writes an homage
For a turtle lady
It marks my admiration
In humble refrain.
_________________________________________________
christina julianna
june 18th, 2011
