{"id":568,"date":"2010-02-27T10:26:06","date_gmt":"2010-02-27T10:26:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=568"},"modified":"2010-02-27T10:26:06","modified_gmt":"2010-02-27T10:26:06","slug":"deborah-gordon-wants-nothing-fancy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/deborah-gordon-wants-nothing-fancy\/","title":{"rendered":"Deborah Gordon wants nothing fancy"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mermaids<\/span>

Down on the nudist beach \u2013<\/span>
Holding hands.<\/span>


Drumming up stories,<\/span>
Lies and fantasies<\/span>
Of some neat country,<\/span>
Some, arcane hemisphere<\/span>
You are hoping to take me to<\/span>
Late summer,<\/span>

When the air is fresher<\/span>
And the sea is more clear<\/span>
And the mermaids appear,<\/span>
In their dozens,<\/span>
Not far from the rock<\/span>
In opulent ball gowns<\/span>

Spinning askew through the pebbles<\/span>

As the sun deadens,<\/span>
And the old guy <\/span>
Flashes his cock.<\/span>


~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/span>


Nothing Fancy<\/span>

She needs and she loves <\/span>
Only this \u2013<\/span>

Those \u2018kissable stockings\u2019<\/span>
The ones from Selfridges<\/span>
Sweet edged \u2013<\/span>

Easy over leg<\/span>
To feel what you\u2019ve picked<\/span>
And a black silk dress,<\/span>

Slipping apart at the threads;<\/span>
Dissolving on her body<\/span>
Honestly<\/span>

Nothing fancy.<\/span>


<\/font>*
\nDeborah Gordon <\/span>says “I am a Sussex-based writer of poetry and
\nprose and have been writing since the age of seven. My style is quite
\neclectic and I love the concept of
\nmovement in poetry. I have had recent  work published with Inclement, Phoenix, The Journal,  Garbaj, Sarasvati, The Dawn Treader, Fire<\/span>  and  Again Last Night<\/span>. My first collection of poetry The Bluebells Pray <\/span>(Indigo Dreams Press) is available now.”<\/font>
<\/font>

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