Long Corseted Poems

POEMS FOR POETS X

US Verse, after Auden
by Michael R. Burch

“Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.”

Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less...

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Poems for Poets VII



Sweenies (or Swine-ies) Among the Nightingales
by Michael R. Burch

(for the Corseted Ones and the Erratics)

Open yourself to words, and if they come,
be glad the stone-tongued apes are stricken dumb
by anything like music;...

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As I wandered about the lush lawn
In the gazing ball I glimpsed
A breath-taking young woman with a touch of innocence
In her soulful, violet eyes.

I was mesmerized by her beauty
And I had to look up to...

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In the tremble of the evening and the rustle of the unfinished letter,
My aged hand, shrouded in the mist of memories, writes the last farewell,
Under the blue cloak of celestial silence, waiting for the silent...

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The year was 1680 and I was travelling,
            I sat in the carriage looking out the window;
The coachman was driving the horses quickly,
 ...

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Slow motion agonised gravel crunch

Picks and flicks sharp stones under tyres

Glinted handle clicked forward introduces

Arresting view of her beauty polished 

Soft and ready, yet bristled. This is her day 

Ivory plumes escape cancels rear wheel...

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Corsets My Waist
In my corset I 
Feel thin and lean
My waist is constricted
Without any pain

Down to a 22 from 
A  26 inch waist
Inch by inch as I
 am tightly laced

Around my body it
Is snug...

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After a long walk
I transcribed myself into piano music.
All night a harpsichord
had been jangling nerves,
rattling the same baroque concerto
over and over again.

I count I-100, then start over
counting and walking,
a clockwork organ
self-winding, always
pushing a moment before...

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Plump-cheeked and bow-lipped, the stalwart mother sits reading,
corseted in her close-kept role, gathering the feminine
for like to like is drawn, a blossom-pressed, Alice sits lazing.

Straight-laced, as the time, the stripped couch holds her life's calling
falsely...

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orsets My Waist
In my corset I 
Feel thin and lean
My waist is constricted
Without any pain

Down to a 22 from 
A  26 inch waist
Inch by inch as I
 am tightly laced

Around my body it
Is snug...

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The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is cycled and recycled through the 
bellows of plasticine and metal
germs...

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    Faint recognition; 
     ambiance, for hire,
    this job is precarious,
     but can she steal the show?
    Holding...

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The redwood forest has been caged, 
corseted its skirt hemmed
Who would think there'd come an age
when trees where kept enclosed

And so I cry and so it goes.
as we bid good bye to all of those.

Seeing...

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Intricately fragile, embracing her curves, 
She silently breathes in this womb,
This womb where she is a prey to its wants, 
Its black silken webbing costume,

That clenches her neck, runs down her back, 
Is tattooed the...

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A little girl’s heart, wrapped in sweet tarts,
And pressed with messages of love
And belonging.
BE MINE. FRIENDS FOREVER. I LOVE YOU.
Wrapped in chenille,
Sleeping in a pink and powder blue room.

Chestnut hair spread, silken, upon white sheets.
Encircled...

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RAVENous

Wickedly,
dressed in black satin,
corseted with passerine-ego —
she dares
the dawn to interrupt her feast,
afterall, SHE is the Queen!
beheading of the smallest of things,
the nibble of opportunity.

Vast is she, the moonlit sentinel,
fearsome in flight as her ebony...

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My girls are of my meraki

      My little women plump and primped
      Bulging curvy corseted crimped

They never fail to catch an eye

   ...

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