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  • The Balance of Power

    The woman is perfected.
    Her dead
    Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
    The illusion of a Greek necessity
    Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
    Her bare
    Feet seem to be saying:
    We have come so far, it is over.
    Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
    One at each little
    Pitcher of milk, now empty.
    She has folded
    Them back into her body as petals
    Of a rose close when the garden
    Stiffens and odors bleed
    From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
    The moon has nothing to be sad about,
    Staring from her hood of bone.
    She is used to this sort of thing.
    Her blacks crackle and drag.

     

    a new photo narrative featuring Model: Jane Alice
    as my LIBRA
    for the new series: Personal Universe, an astrological study starring the model stable of Michelle Gemma (2017-2018)
    Photograph by Michelle  Gemma
    27 July 2018
    Stonington Boro, CT  USA
    Full Moon Lunar Eclipse

    https://michellegemmaphotography.com/
    https://michellegemmaphotography.wordpress.com/

    featuring the Poem:
    Edge      by      SYLVIA PLATH