Regarding A Portrait Of Lady Fairmount As Seen By Herself

POETRY POETRY POETRY POETRY

like a tree

you stood the winters of your life

cold clear air

grey hovering silence

frost against icy skin

you stood alone

no sisters block the arctic wind

but you kept the warmth

Miss M.J.S. I do declare, You've caught my likeness, Hair by hair.

I really want to run and play But all I do is

Stare and stare

Isn't it my sister there?

I've meowed to her, But she returns a glare.

I've smelled and sniffed to no avail. Why, she won't even twitch her tail.

No matter where I try to be,

I keep on looking at that cat like me.

I'm on the table, in front of Jan

(And I'd usually be chasing her pen from her hand)

But me on the wall has got me ripped,

That it might as well be a lid of 'nip!

I've gone to drink for a little bit,

But I'll be back for one last hit.

It's too bad Jan has no 'cubes for her cam' 'Cause no one's gonna believe thisNo, Ma'am!!

Janet Held Sept. 1977

within

Barbara Louise

page 6/January, 1978/What She Wants

G. Epstein

the round each month

comes down again,

i rest in worm water

a ruby jewel of menstrual blood

gleams dark and burgundy in my hand

my hollowed palm

holds life, like the earth

as natural os a spider,

or a piece of moss.

Barbara Louise

Waterfall Woman

seeping into my mind trickling into my blood pounding upon my soul

Me

The Rock

fifty feet below

Being rounded, pounded

Smooth-

Constant pressure wearing me down Until I choose a magic season

spanning present space and time.

Winter's solstice

Frozen now Trickling only

I am smooth enough.

Sandra K. Hausfeld