Sappho

She loves her,
And it seems strange
To me, who knows love –
A curiosity.

Confounded,
I represent her in poetry
And art through centuries,
Forever attempting to grasp
The banality of her essence.

Perhaps that’s why
Her love – like mine –
So ancient, corrodes; fractures
To two mirrors on a set
Fabricating affection.

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~ by David Heslin on 16/05/2011.

One Response to “Sappho”

  1. A poem about girl-on-girl porn, inspired by Jane Montgomery Griffiths’s excellent play ‘Sappho… In 9 Fragments”.

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