her neck touched by a blunted blade
it left her headless, what a shame
new body formed, paper mache
chique her skirt in prison gray
couldn’t set her clothes on fire
they were made of chicken wire
maison we shared looked like a box
a cage with one enormous lock
she held her broken mirroire high
the birds had picked away her eyes
madness in Forth, oh what a shame
I never even caught her name
*Forth is a small village in Scotland
The prompt at Poet’s United this week is “Weird”. Lewis Carrol inspires weird as does a modern sculpture I saw this past weekend.
Photo: Close up of Mary Cassat’s beautiful painting “Mother wearing a sunflower on her dress.”