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  April 2014
volume 11 number 1
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photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Philip has worked as a journalist, editor and photographer for twenty years in the UK, Czech Republic, The Balkans and the US. He has recently completed a novel Mental Shrapnel.
phillip1965@hotmail.co.uk

   

 

Spread-eagled



Bucharest, 1999

*

Spread-eagled and naked
in her crop circle -
this one in a sunflower field:
she’s a wheel of limbs,
some sort of a swastika
lusted after by the seed heavy
flowers bowing to her curves
like drooling surgeons.

*

She’s finished with running,
waiting for the fading light
to join the last of her loves,
faded with processed proclamations
of undying certainty
which were a little worse for wear
after courting
and checked into intensive care
soon after.

*

Love thought it had
ducked its obligations,
passed again
like a heavy goods train in the night,
shunted across the border
while guards waved it on;
interested only in sleep or beer.

*

But this time she’s making sure
love returns,
pays its duty and dues
and hits its target.

*

So, splayed
aryan and vigorous,
apeing a pagan
resurrection,
she waits
for the skydiver
who – with precision
confidence – happens
to be bearing down
on her charity target,
slowly filling her
with his lusty shadow.

*

She sunbathes under mirrors,
she’s a real
tough nut to crack.
I repeat myself into her.

copyright 2013 Philip ONeil