Vessel Poem by Laura Milner

Vessel



I am astounded
At the constant ache to preen
Failing to carve and hack at a giant cherub
reminiscent of a spoiled version of Rubens’ work.

Pluck, pick, slather, starve
what will remain a blemished, chunky vessel
A desert of impulsion.
A feather within lard.

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Laura Milner

Laura Milner

Manchester
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