Concordia
Voice of a dinner bell, body of a dollhouse. Her ribcage
a miniature dining table, seating painted people all
smiling in agreement. How quaint! See how
the tiny wife holds the tiny lasagne, topped with
tiny golden brown crumbs.
Fragrant lips, topaz eyes, crystalline skull,
blackboard of a brain. She carries
a bucket full of chalk, no erasers
and laughs for three point five seconds. Never less,
never more. One octave, no relish, no
doubling over and folding at the stomach.
A newspaper advertisement: short-sighted Adam
seeks nescient Eve. A girl shape, made of clay and
poured full of honey, no flavour of pessimism
on that cranberry tongue –
if it gets boring, just pull the strings.
You can watch her come undone.
Claudia Downs is a 17 year old writer from Lincolnshire who is currently emerging in the poetry world. She has previously been published in Popshot Magazine, and can also be found on her blog – claudiadownspoetry.tumblr.com