Her hair she brushed / one hundred strokes
Until it shone of gold, / having suffered for her beauty.
She tied it with a strand of silk/ Eleanor preened half the night
Creamed her skin with Mother’s milk/ in preparation of her duty.
Her eyes were of the brightest hue/yet a smile false and tight
Not a glimmer of desire /no kindness did it show
As cold as cinder in the fire/as a torch without its amber glow.
Just in case it is new to you : How to read a Cleave. Read it vertically left, or bold in my case, then vertically right, or in italics, finally read the poem horizontally as a whole.
Jane Dougherty posted a poem called a ‘Cleave’ not having heard of a poem which is constructed in two halves but read as three pieces I just had to give it a crack… pardon the pun. Press Here to read Jane’s far superior Cleave and let her know what you think.
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