Steffie Looks Down The Corridor

about a girl at work..

with ice hair,

standing still, your head turned,

you are viewed down, reduced,

to make you faceless,

curved as a dolphin,

Cressida under neon ;

watching you watching.

A broken wheel between

two spaces, hanging on 

strings. Your eyes

off the moment,

quiet as Vermeer;

posed at an empty door;

nothing moves.

Reviews

[Strider Marcus Jones]

watching you watching.
A broken wheel between
two spaces, hanging on

strings. Your eyes
off the moment,
quiet as Vermeer;

posed at an empty door;
nothing moves.

This is the best poem I have read on writerscafe to date out of hundreds. It has everything...structure, rhythm, stunning original imagery and metaphors. I love the theme. Beautifully observed. Into my library/favourites. 100/100