MD Kerr

Day 1

Free verse

Handwritten poem

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flourish

My hair fell behind me
the saddle scraped my arse
and the air tingled bits people forget to name
like the fold beneath a belly where
sweat collects.

I wasnt young but
I was loved

so some imagine love made them all turn away
lining the streets with polite backs, circles of hair
and some imagine theyd stare
so helpfully lengthen and rearrange my hair
in rococo ringlets, to hide the bits
for which we have many names

as if the point were not that
I was naked
and
I wasnt young
and
I was loved.

No-one turned, or needed to peep, or was struck blind.
The only one whod mind, whod see it as shame,
was the one we needed to change.

Im naked for all of you.
Look.

Thanks to NaPoWriMo.net for their early-bird prompt – a self-portrait as a historical / mythical figure. I'm feeling a touch naked about my decision to share my poems as they're written, so this was a lovely way to explore exposing oneself.

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