Exquisite
Corpse – Villanelle
S.
Wiseman-Rose
Catching
a glimpse of myself reflected
In a blue
bathroom stall, surprise recourse.
I just stood there, blurred and thus perfected.
An impressionists painting erected
Dream
beauty in shimmering liquid force
The
Delphic diviner detected
And I looked at the lips, so neglected
They have pleaded and have
screamed the throat hoarse
How could my heart go on
unselected?
I gaze at the eyes, soul unprotected
Leading,
cajoling you into their source
Furious, callous and disaffected
This visage surrounds a mind so invested
In
fighting to free and to self-endorse
Sick with antipathy;
rage infested
Then
I saw the mirror, the truth projected
The
timeless Degas instantly morphs
My
dreams and impressions all dissected
An effigy of an exquisite corpse
Sophia Wiseman-Rose was born in the USA, to a
literary and musical family, and spent most of her life in the UK. She has
studied medicine and the arts and is a mother of 4 grown, beautiful, children.
She is currently a Paramedic, an Episcopal Nun and a poet.
She has written
for online
blog On Holy Ground and Kings Poetry Society, Kings College
London.
