from Change in the Wind
after Toulouse Lautrec
Cheeks still
bruised by sleep,
a single eyelid
rebounds,
and spies last
night's lover;
pen poised,
taking an image
not willingly
given.
Beside her,
where he has
lain, is now cold,
but where they
came together
is indelibly
marked in knotted sheets,
and tangled
mind.
Who is this man,
who now coldly
sketches
a body that just
hours before,
led him to total
surrender?
© Niall
OConnor 2013
Good Bookshops stocking Change in the Wind:
Scribbles (Drumcondra)
Books Upstairs (College Green)
Wonderful, Niall. I am still enjoying "Change in the Wind"
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Mary Murray
ReplyDeletebeautiful,so real,and then he wants to capture her in canvas
Dennis Moriarty
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully written, one to read and read again.
Amy Barry
ReplyDeleteMy favourite. This is the one we requested you to read in Fermoy...Thank you for sharing again, Niall. Good Morning!