Wax doll

From a surfeit of dark
you’re wax-cold
at the basement window

while through the back
of the house
light filters down

the corridor and
beyond there’s the garden
with banana and bougainvillea

and a child
under the palm leaves
holding out a coconut:

its dark husk smells
of the sea
that washed it into shore.

Take the fruit, crack the shell
– taste the moist flesh!
The sun has flung open

the window and let in its song
and you melt, you melt.



Caroline Maldonado is a poet and translator.  Her work has appeared in many magazines, anthologies and online. Four poetry translations from Italian have been published by Smokestack Books.  Information on her own poetry can be found in http://www.poetrypf.co.uk/carolinemaldonadobiog.shtml