February 13, 2007

MRS LAM LICKS A BAD DREAM

After the reading
Mrs lam dreamed
the poet
who liked whips
spent the night in her name.
He was a lover
of meaning
and resonance.

He cupped her subsongs,
drank to distant bleatings
and let a lambent fingernail trail
through labyrinth, lacunae, lady,
lagophthalmy till he came
sighing
to beat, thrash, baste,
(slang)
(Old Icelandic).

She awoke
leatherbound
and stretched
but found
she had slipped
down the page
and was lying eye to eye
with Lamia,
a sorceress,
witch,
(myth).

óMary Maher

Posted by dwaber at February 13, 2007 12:40 PM