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To Admit

So, she paints her face white
Looks deep in the mirror
To see if there is
anything there

"Am I worthy?"
"I am afraid."

She blesses herself
To prove she is clean
Then drinks back the wine
and takes the bread
She finally admits
who she is

A mystery
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  1. Marc LathamJanuary 18, 2010 at 7:17 AM

    Nice poem Janet. Is it about a geisha?

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  2. Cassiopeia RisesJanuary 18, 2010 at 1:38 PM

    Lovely words and images. Yes I like this very much.


    Melanie

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  3. Janet JarrellJanuary 18, 2010 at 4:23 PM

    Thank you Marc and Melanie. To answer your question Marc, I will paraphrase Ezra Pound; the meaning of this poem is between God and myself, and I have forgotten.

    I really like to hear how readers interpret my words though - much appreciated.

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  4. Anya PadyamJanuary 21, 2010 at 7:49 PM

    Lovely words...

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  5. CynthsJanuary 23, 2010 at 10:03 PM

    This would be my favorite. Thanks you Janet.

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  6. MizzholborowJune 15, 2010 at 4:22 AM

    My favourite.
    What a beautiful poem and a great ending, good luck with all your work :) xx

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