Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Glass

It is getting too crowded down here.
Drenched in condensation
hot, plump breasts squeak like wet rats
against the glinting, purple glass.
Full lips, fat with blood
grate on pearly razors
Dry tongues claw like sandpaper at neighbours’ shirts.
Clothes are melting.
Toes, elbows, shoulders fill every nook
Fresh pinstripes and pipedreams are
thrust     
from the depths relentlessly
Salt burning raw skin.
Bare fingers have only the space to tickle the polished surface.

The spectators fill their lungs
they stare down
trousers fat       bulging
sweat sparking from clenched palms
trusting their own creation to hold fast
to protect.
Beards matted with bubbling saliva
and fuming aftershave
Some press their faces to the glass
smearing drenched tongues over the writhing mass
contained.
Pleasure ripples, shudders, erupts
those below wince, clench bloodstained eyes

We are waiting.
    a crack    
        just one

Have patience ladies.

© Natalie Moores


No 10 and the glass ceiling: token gestures and hot air
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Natalie is a 21yr old MA student writer from Manchester. She currently sells cheese for a living, but is determined to make it as a writer.

7 comments:

  1. Brilliant Natalie.

    I am certain that one day selling cheese will be just a memory or indeed, the occupation of one of your characters in one of your books!

    Anna :o]

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  2. Thanks for the comment Anna!
    I can only keep my fingers crossed on that front!
    Best Wishes,
    Natalie

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  3. Please change that last line to 'Out of patience ladies!' :-)

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  4. I'm sure that would be more appropriate to the feelings of many women.... but we can't give up!!
    Best Wishes,
    Natalie

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  5. And neither you should, Natalie. Women bring a reality and an urgency to most debates because they have made the most significant investment in the future.

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  6. In my opinion Natalie your cheese smelling/selling days are over.

    Pleasure truly did 'ripple shudder and erupt' when reading this.

    A writer in the making!

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  7. Natalie the 'cheese lady' your poem was a delightful read, your writing is wonderful and very....mature
    Hope to read more, keep sending in your poems :)

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