Francine: Silk Stockings and Red Stilletoes

Her Abstruseness writes poems that put me in her grips, proceeding from an imagination boundless and intense. She can bring out a not quite a smile or laughter something in between. And she can be dirty, this Spider Lady in red stilettoes devouring her chosen mate. Her words can be inert or unresponsive only because she lives in her own world. And we want that world, we want to be in it, and we want to see the things she sees. They seethe in her veins. And rush out as consciousness streaming forth as verses and lines. Eccentric but romantic, normal yet batty, always sharp, always primal, sometimes childish, always free. And who is Nancys muse? Listen to Cohens anthem as he perfectly describes this great lady, Nancy Alcorn, Damsy Blues. the dove is never free, Ring the bells that still can ring forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything - Thats how the light gets in. Benny Dela Cruz