P.S. Cottier is the editor of Tuesday Poem this week and
she has chosen a pithy poem by Lizz Murphy, a poet from Binalong near Canberra.
Penelope says of her choice:
"I love this little poem. It insinuates itself into the brain and jumps
up and down there.
The image of two huge lips on a pogo stick raises
problems for the literal minded. How do
they balance? How do they jump up and
down?
These are obviously fashion-conscious lips who like a
co-ordinated wardrobe. I love the way
that the slightly old-fashioned expression 'cupid's bow' is given new life
through the earlier reference to satin.
We see the top of
red lips and a real red bow; where one ends and the other starts is impossible
to say. Of course, cupid's bow refers to
a bow for shooting arrows, but I defy anyone to read the poem and not to think
of a bow tied around a present or a pony-tail.
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