Ankle
Wrist of leg, sinewy
Achilles heel taut as violinist’s bow,
The fragile branch on which the plump
Stump of a foot hangs.
A narrow glass’s base,
A bud vase, the bell of a trumpet.
Between knee and toe,
Ankle grows weak and cold
When studied. Rotate yours.
How tenuous. How alien.
First I have to say that her bang line follows her hemline. That is amazing!
ReplyDeleteI love the tension and the daintiness of your poetic portrait.