Boudoir

A green duvet and me
blue
Eeyore pyjamas missing a button

a gaping hole my solar plexus

books scattered
carpeted
the bed and the floor
three phones waiting
a clock ticking
a red candelabra
standing tall
white scented candles
mirrors and paintings

reflected image incomplete

a red slip
pillows
a thick winter coat, disembodied
folded towels
soft toys and clothes, strewn

careless

tissues not too far away
the bedside table ready
slatted curtains not really curtains at all
shafts of light
penetrating
my wheat-bag purple and warm

comforting

Klimts Women is wide open
to ‘The Kiss’
at the foot of my bed

© Copyright 2007 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved

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The Maiden

Gustav Klimt

Long fingers reach cheeks flushed tender
Pink
Tapestried upon lily skin

Butterflies flitter joyfully dancing
Desired
Sweet and familiar

A bed of wildflowers cushion dreams
Scented
The Maiden surrenders

Gold threads weave jewelled glass beads
Bleed
Cycles young and old

Deflowered and dying gracefully

© 2007 Jodine Derena Butler.  All Rights Reserved

First published in Sidestream, Issue 9, October 2007 “Poetry From The Fringe”
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