Poetry Writings Artwork and stories from Neil Furby

Nov 7, 2007 at 07:09 o\clock

Ruth by A B Jackson

by: falcon82

Ruth Ruth at sunrise, grooming horses.
The bit, bridle, curry-comb of love
was her business.

Simeon skulked around indoors,
consulted Qabalah, threw sticks,
anything to improve sex.

Clouds were locomotive smoke,
camels or torn pillows,
the imperfect

science of moodswing or a god
in evidence everywhere, the veil
obscuring male from female.

Ruth gathered apples. The Elohim
stamped in their stalls.
Copyright  AB Jackson

Comments for this entry:

  1. quoteA.B. Jackson wrote at Feb 2, 2008 at 11:34 o\clock:Could you at least add the appropriate copyright notice to my poem 'Ruth'
    which you've posted on your blog without permission?

    Also, it shouldn't be centred but left-justified as normal, if it's to be reproduced at all.

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