A collection of poetry by Leah Cohen
CARPHONE WAREHOUSE
by Leah Cohen
TO ESCAPE
A poem by Leah Cohen.
To escape the yakky mum, the sulking dad
the emptiness
which made her shadow shrink
she withdrew inside herself
cut the cord
lived within her head
painting thoughts original
putting them to brush and stroke
Critics came from everywhere
Fleshing her for all to see
And as they stared
She NAKED stood
in the spotlight
of the empty crowd.
To escape
she withdrew inside herself
pulled the cord around her neck
and Hung her art
Her Self!
SHE WEARS ORANGE LIPSTICK
A poem by Leah Cohen
She can’t complete a sentence
without saying her husband’s name
She says that she’s a good wife
Cos you don’t hear him complain
He tells her to wear lipstick,
either orange or bright red
She smears it on, looks like a clown
and yes, wears it to bed.
He gives her plenty sex
and she is always in the mood
After all, he chose the house, the furnishings
and buys the food
She owes her life to him.
He is her best and closest friend
She lives by vows they took that day.
Together, till the end
When she goes to buy a dress,
he is always at her side
He’s so pleased when she tries on the one
he’s picked. She swells with pride
He plans their social outings.
She looks just like a queen.
She always says the right things
and never makes a scene.
He tells her how she pleases him.
She says she loves him too
He goes to work. She scrubs the house.
It always looks like new
She once spoke of the child they’d have,
and watched his eyes grow dim
Now she knows that he’s the only one,
and she belongs to him
They say she doesn’t have a self.
She doesn’t understand
She puts the orange lipstick on,
and takes her husband’s hand.
Read Crazy Joe, a short story by Leah Cohen: Crazy Joe – A short story by Leah Cohen
The Bill Collector – A Short Story by Leah Cohen, Playwright, Writer, Poet.
Leah Cohen Playwright, Writer, Poet, Artist: Crazy Joe – A Short Story
Contact Leah
Email lea@meltpot.demon.co.uk
www.petersfieldwriteangle.co.uk
