Wednesday, 13 January 2016

My aunts by Manuel Kneepkens


My aunts

My aunts the Goddesses, gigantic pumpkins
thus descended, well scrubbed, from the Olympus
into Troy's mahogany drawing rooms
Under slapstick hats they demolished
cream cake after cream cake

In summer they resided uninterrupted on picnic plaids
chequered red & white
The chocolate éclairs of black trousered bottoms
bruised buttercup & daisy. The harpsichord
of skylarks was soon drowned out. Each produced
a voice of solid Limburg oak or smacked their lips!

Well, there I sat. In every corner
a cow-eyed goddess ('Who wants the apple?)
skirts pulled up, thighs improperly bared

Ah well, decayed are all those downy pouting lips
all those proud pounds of peach flesh
Withered are the red cheeks of that juicy dispute

About: Liqueur-pink gossip Iliad & Odyssey!

Manuel Kneepkens [1942]

Original title: Mijn tantes - From the collection: Tuin van eetlust - Uitgeverij De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam - 1st druk 1976.

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