photo-poem Archives | Elena Leman

Uncrowned Queen

yet spring came anywayinconsiderate of our dreadinsensitive to our lonelinessshe put her hands on our …

Between your tender lips I melt A gaspberry plucked on a summer day Ripe and …

what do you see? Aphrodite’s daughter the art-nouveau lines of her shoulders and thighs turn …

She’s a trap in which I keep falling Her ceaseless arms twist round my lungs …

for a moment I forgot the soft lines of my soul playfully dancing strokes of …

the walls of my mind were rigid and tight my bones broke under the weight …

I wanted a knight in shining armor But what I didn’t realize Behind his shield …

You know nothing of love. All the pretty things you’ve said Were just fluff around …

I’ve never asked to be born a Poet Marked by the hypersensitivity disorder Romantic to …

my Soul is a crone as ancient as the world my Mind – a battled …