Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Veiled
I wear my hair
like a veil
covering all.
Covering all that
is not already covered
and needs to be,
they insist.
But it is not enough.
I can still see
when it parts
and still be seen.
I can still move
freely.
It is not enough,
they insist.
I need the mask
of the broad, blue
blindfold
to tether me,
they insist.
And I wonder,
will this be enough?
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1521758204/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_.oQyzbV8YG4PE


The Big Book Of Poetry
AMAZON.CO.UK

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