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Monday, 12 September 2011

Pamela Sayers



White Elephant Sale

On crumbled walls your paintings hang,
chips in plaster, cool and grey,
nestled in my vintage shop
where I have come to pray

Life became a travelogue
upon your hindered path,
enmeshed in tufts of lace,
now torn apart

On nether grounds you treaded,
sacred daylight in your hair,
flowing wild in lush sporadic gold

Textured in your purple gown
as tremors cursed seditious hands
and crowds swelled pledging loyalty
in stigma overcome …

by memory of your ruffled tear-stained blouse



Pamela Sayers is an artist by profession, ten years ago she moved out of her country to Mexico. She is now teaching English to foreign language students. She lives with her husband and six pets; 4 dogs, a cat and a bird. Pamela just started writing poetry about 2 years ago and she loves it.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Pamela Sayers



Dragons fly


Hiding in unlit alleys, behind seedy bars
Red Stilettos, fishnet hose
A bowie tucked between her breasts
Concealed … she waits


In a subway tunnel: as the clock strikes
midnight, she is watching you
Stalking and plotting
As her stare draws you in,
Is your fear palpable as the sweat,
on your brow


Her hostage now,
clutched in her webbed arms
Carrying you to the highest ledge of a building
Placing a slender foot over the edge
She tells you she can fly …
The girl with the dragon tattoo