Poem
Lisa Bellear
Poor Pretty Polly
Poor Pretty Polly
Poor Pretty Polly
Brokern again like a bad bad feelingthat keeps repeating and when you
finaly relax BANG it’s there again
SMACK wallop in your face, swirling
around in your day time night dreams
Trusted again once too much,
now she’s making wishes
when the moon is full
Curse the mother she never knew
curse the whiteman who raped her
mother, the mother she never knew,
curse those responsible, especially
those who knew
Poor poor pretty Polly, lies silent
in an inner surburban gutter.
‘What a sweety’, ‘such a shame’,
‘so pretty and now she’s dead’.
Some say of a brokern heart, others
snigger ‘she gave too much’. Some
say, some say, ‘poor poor pretty Polly’
Rest in Peace
(For Clinton Nain’s exhibiton: Under the bridge, Sydney, 2003)
© 2003, Lisa Bellear
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Poor Pretty Polly
Brokern again like a bad bad feelingthat keeps repeating and when you
finaly relax BANG it’s there again
SMACK wallop in your face, swirling
around in your day time night dreams
Trusted again once too much,
now she’s making wishes
when the moon is full
Curse the mother she never knew
curse the whiteman who raped her
mother, the mother she never knew,
curse those responsible, especially
those who knew
Poor poor pretty Polly, lies silent
in an inner surburban gutter.
‘What a sweety’, ‘such a shame’,
‘so pretty and now she’s dead’.
Some say of a brokern heart, others
snigger ‘she gave too much’. Some
say, some say, ‘poor poor pretty Polly’
Rest in Peace
(For Clinton Nain’s exhibiton: Under the bridge, Sydney, 2003)
Poor Pretty Polly
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