rev 2
M40, Stokenchurch
https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/4373268
https://www.wychwoodart.com/art/chilterns-near-tring-2
A chalk wave rolls above the Oxford plain.
Its swell and cleave, the way it holds its heart,
is womanly. You’d press your hand against
her spine. Or let it slap upon her arse.
Absurdly carnal, how a simple line
insinuates and curls around her shape.
And how her shape disturbs in you a kind
of fantasy, the urge to mould or make.
The urge informs the knife that made this cut
and drew it brazen, sharp across her side.
Your self-belief astonishes. Her trust.
Call it courage, arrogance or pride.
Rev 1
A chalk wave rolls above the Oxford plain.
Its swell and cleave, the way it holds its heart,
is womanly. You press your hand against
her spine. Or let it slap upon her arse.
But who would take a knife to make this cut,
to draw it brazen, sharp across her side?
Whose self-belief astonishes, whose trust?
Call it courage, arrogance or pride.
M40, Stokenchurch
A chalk wave rolls above the Oxford plain.
Its swell and cleave, the way it holds its heart,
is womanly. You press your hand against
her spine. Or let it slap upon her arse.
Who would take a knife to make that cut
and carve it brazen, sharp and circumscribed?
Whose self-belief astonishes, whose trust?
Call it courage, arrogance or pride.