Strange Thoughts, Tonight. Poem by Jacqui Thewless

Strange Thoughts, Tonight.

Rating: 4.1


Last evening
sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair

and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
tube in a box turned
my locks
black

and tonight I have strange thoughts
about love
like ash
stirred in a bronze dish with
the stub of my pen


when I wore
a patterned silk kimono
smelling of
patchouli oil
and moved inside the slight
ghost of my long-haired youth

after the lover’s cigarette
I slept
on newly-warmed
white wedding-bed-sheets
then you were green too weighty in-
between my tender thighs


tonight
it must be the waxing
moon
the red lip-stick’s
smiling reflection and my

black cut glossy hair
I have strange thoughts that are
soft shadows flickering
behind the grey eyes
gazing from the nakedness I wear.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Hmmmmm, i didnt know there was a poetry college in Carmarthen, lived there for an year. and Nice write

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Jacqui Thewless 14 January 2018

Hi, Vikram. If you lived in Carmarthen you surely realised that it had a university campus on College Road (in my day, it was called Trinity College; part of the three-university-conglomeration which included Swansea, Carmarthen and Aberystwyth: the University of Wales) . It had some great staff. My personal tutor (for poetry) was Menna Elfyn. Surely you've heard of her? She is the most translated poet in Wales. A beautiful poet and a very modest person.

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Jacqui Thewless 14 January 2018

Trinity College, part of the quadruple-university (Lampeter, Carmarthen, Swansea, Aberystwyth) University of Wales.

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nomad omnia 20 March 2010

This is very good...warm, intimate, confident. Almost makes me want to dye my hair and try some lipstick: p

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Jacqui Thewless 14 January 2018

Thank you, old pal. A bit of humour is always more than welcome on platforms like this. x

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Bele Lele 23 August 2009

Nice poem Jacqui......

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thomas carolan 22 August 2009

hi jacqui strange thoughts is well done nice work

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Marieta Maglas 08 August 2009

One definition of what makes a poem ‘confessional’ is offered by Irving Howe, who argues that a ‘confessional poem would seem to be one in which the writer speaks to the reader, telling him, without the mediating presence of imagined event or persona, something about his life’.nice confessional poem, very well written.....10

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Sonya Florentino 01 August 2009

strange indeed but beautiful...love the ending...

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Jacqui Thewless 14 January 2018

Thank you, Sonya. This poem was only a dream.

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