Friday, November 23, 2018

Slippery as oil (Day 674)


marvelous reflection, 
slippery as oil—isn’t that 
a sigh? 
on napkins—isn’t it?
the graceful outlines
of their eyes—isn’t that
the way it goes? 
a line, a lingering 
glance, that darting tongue, 
a turn of phrase—remember 
the murdered women 
in those old songs? 
they had always done him
wrong—the anticipation in 
his eyes 
should disqualify him 
from dancing with innocents 
and feasting on their souls

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Children Dancing in a Ring (1872), Hans Thoma