Shirley Fenton
I Knew Her From Somewhere
I didn’t know from where,
She was intriguing, dark,
Dramatically deep.
I couldn’t sleep -
She haunted me -
I knew her from somewhere.
Black she was, all black,
If you saw her from the back,
When she turned -
In a face deathly white -
Eyes black as night,
The darkest ever black.
But it’s her hands, you see,
That reach out to me.
They trouble me so -
Large, red hands -
She wears no bands,
Yet they reach out to me.
There’s the way she’s dressed,
She’s neatly pressed,
White cotton blouse
Victorian style,
Red lips, parted smile,
Stockings, shoes, black as the rest.
I know her from somewhere,
I know that familiar air.
It beckons and calls, ‘Come on...
‘Come on to the one...
Oh God, now I know from where.
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- Chroma
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- Iota
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- Lamport Court
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- Modern Poetry in Translation
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- Oasis
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- Paper, The
- Pen Pusher Magazine
- Poetry Cornwall
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- Poetry London (1951)
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- Rialto, The
- Second Aeon
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- Shearsman
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- Strange Faeces
- Tabla Book of New Verse, The
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- Yellow Crane, The