Nova Glyn
Again, I’m open as Pandora’s eyes
(at the thighs).
My crux – a bearded iris, ready
to spear the evil eye.
She looks at it,
cleaning her punk opium expression.
An inspection. Ovarian dissection.
Two stoned entities at the table,
dinner time.
Opposite the head lies Golgotha’s closed door.
A judgement. My second face.
They say, ‘This is a sign
of a prime specimen,
the true essence
of heavenly decay’.
Thanks for your input, Mr. Gaudy.
Nova Glyn is a young feminist writer who has recently released her second poetry collection, Dark Columbine (2025), published by GOMETRA. She read this year at The Bridport Literary Festival and is newly entering the realm of prose.
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