Ron Bremner

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Sylvia’s mannequins

(three senryu made up of phrases from Plath’s “Munich Mannequins”)

terrible children
tamp the womb like yew trees’ breath
unloosing their moons

love is no purpose.
the absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more me

Minds slumber domestically
Naked, with no voice

An erasure of “The Sorrow of Love” by W. B. Yeats 

The quarrel of  

The full       moon and the            sky




                               with       red mournful lips,



And      you                                                   tear

            the sorrows 

And     the burden  

                                of the unquiet



R. Bremner has been writing of incense, peppermints, and the color of time since the 1960s. Seven of his books have been published, including Absurd (Cajun Mutt Press) and Hungry Words (Alien Buddha Press).