The gathering is key
Plumaceous feathers
By the crowds
Clouds of cotton
Plucked from loam
A woman willing
And a satin sheet
Where do we go
So fluffed and so unwoven
We travel
On a foam of down
Traverse the hillocks
And the mounds
Of mannequins
Carpet them in blossom
And every softness
Carries in it
The prickle of the nettle`s
Sharp retort
A sudden clap resounds
And then we move
Into the thistle barbs
So still in our encirclement
And calamus costumes
Look at us -- our eyes
They sweep the audience
When all have gone
The artist comes
Triumphant with a duster
And reviews
Reworks
The actualities
We occupy as muse
And as creator
Existing only
Where assemblies
Can see us
Each one of us becoming
More, in contemplation
Of the other, we are
Flagrant in desire
Written by Reka Jellema and Kathryn Ross September 2014
Copyright Kathryn Ross & Reka Jellema 2014
Plumaceous feathers
By the crowds
Clouds of cotton
Plucked from loam
A woman willing
And a satin sheet
Where do we go
So fluffed and so unwoven
We travel
On a foam of down
Traverse the hillocks
And the mounds
Of mannequins
Carpet them in blossom
And every softness
Carries in it
The prickle of the nettle`s
Sharp retort
A sudden clap resounds
And then we move
Into the thistle barbs
So still in our encirclement
And calamus costumes
Look at us -- our eyes
They sweep the audience
When all have gone
The artist comes
Triumphant with a duster
And reviews
Reworks
The actualities
We occupy as muse
And as creator
Existing only
Where assemblies
Can see us
Each one of us becoming
More, in contemplation
Of the other, we are
Flagrant in desire
Written by Reka Jellema and Kathryn Ross September 2014
Copyright Kathryn Ross & Reka Jellema 2014
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