The Faceless Girl Tells Stories
by Kirsty Logan
Dusty hands uncurl against triplelocked chains
Whitefurred redeyed rabbits flicker across tiles
Peacock feathers seesaw from naked rafters
A ceiling rises, burn-white, spread like a seashell
Piano upturned, victim to mushrooms celebrating up through its tendons
The scene is set
For the faceless girl.
She struts she crawls she evaporates onto the stage
To a furred throne whiter than seableached bones
Whiter than chicken bellyfeathers stitched to her skin
Fingers on calfskin tapping along strange spines
Nailtips metalled and tasting of blood, spreading gilded pages with a tlickt
She rolls her neck
And begins to read.
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Author's Note
NaPoWriMo, Day 2.
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Wow, what an ominous roller coaster of images. And the images are all so physical and tactile, yet evocative and instinctively symbolic.
Also, the suspense builds up real nice towards that last line.
Great, Kirsty. So brilliant & beautiful - I love the rhythm, the lyricism, and my, what an ending. Fabulous!
Quite fun to follow along with. Inventive.Spread like a seashell evokes. Nice ending to it all.
Nice poem, Kirsty.
Yes, this has an excellent rhythm, a nice progression of images. Well done!
P. Jonas, Marcelle, Darryl, Sam, Christian: thanks for reading! Would you believe it's inspired by something Christina Aguilera said?
what was the quote? really like this one, especially this
Piano upturned, victim to mushrooms celebrating up through its tendons
I can't remember exactly, something about performers wearing masks...
Rich. A favourite.