Persephone had a charm. It wasHer waist-length straight ebony hairTouching the cheek bones on each side of her sharp face,But her charmsWere overdoneIn B movies. All the adolescent girls’ mimetic copy of Persephone became dull.There is a longing to return to pink powder, discard pulverized white riceThat paled corpse-like every face.The revolution of putting white lipstick on pink puffed flesh endedWith the guillotine as did the French revolution.Ashen faces fell into wicker baskets.Closing the eyelids and trembling like a ghost became old-fashioned.
Duane Locke lives in Tampa, Florida near anhinga, gallinules, raccoons, alligators, etc. He has published 6,640 poems, includes 29 books of poems. His latest book publication, April 2012, Is DUANE LOCKE, THE FIRST DECADE, 1968-1978, BITTER OLEANDER PRESS. This book is a republication Of his first eleven books, contains 333 pages. Order from http://www.bitteroleander.com/releases.html, Or Amazon.