Pearls and Pigs

Pearls and Pigs

by

Alison McKenzie

On softer days
(She quietly remembers the
Crush of velveteen rabbits –
Fuzzy blankets)
The future was an ocean liner
Cutting through the surf
And wind in her hair.

These days bear
The rougher edges
Of reality and truth,
Breasts that give in to
Solar flares,
Indigo storms;
Thighs that once knew
The sculpted sketch
Of finer art,
And hands that drooled
To trace sinew and dreams.

These days there aren’t any takers,
And this can be seen as progress
In a land of pearls and pigs.

08/15/2009

Posted on 08/16/2009

Copyright © 2009 Alison McKenzie

Member Comments on this Poem
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Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/16/09 at 07:19 PM

I sometimes wonder if I first have to have a pearl in my self before I can see it in others. The other day I was watching people walking out of the supermarket - in their ordinariness (that might be described by someone as frumpy or haggard or just plain old). I wondered what wonders they have inside... who they love and who loves them... I smiled to myself and - for that moment anyway - thanked God for humanity - mine and others. Thanks for this lovely thoughtful poem, Alison. Thanks for being beautiful you.