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    [post_date] => 2018-06-15 15:31:04
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    [post_content] => “and he said, let her be burned”

when her fingers
wore the jewels
of the kedeshah
her face wore a veil;
the man touched her
but could not see beyond her eyes
in which desert sands glittered for miles.

there was enough in her veiled face
to tell of that knowledge:
how ripe fruit tastes sweet
and rotten flesh feels sour;

that sweet juice of oranges dripped
from her dress
like the saliva of lions’ tongues.

:and soon, it will be hers the sunset and the desert sands (they glitter for miles in her eyes) the sweet ripe fruit and the sour rotten flesh and her veil in the wind; she will burn but the sweet juice of oranges drips from her dress .like the saliva of lions’ tongues

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    [surname] => 
    [title] => Natalie Perman
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    [content] => A top 15 winner of the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2017, Natalie is also the first-prize winner in the Civilisation and Its Discontents challenge on Young Poets Network, inspired by Freud's work of the same name. She is additionally the third-prize winner in the Thinking Outside the Penalty Box challenge, and commended in Ankita Saxena’s protest poetry challenge, remembering 100 years of the women’s vote in the UK on Young Poets Network.
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ishah

Natalie Perman

“and he said, let her be burned”

when her fingers
wore the jewels
of the kedeshah
her face wore a veil;
the man touched her
but could not see beyond her eyes
in which desert sands glittered for miles.

there was enough in her veiled face
to tell of that knowledge:
how ripe fruit tastes sweet
and rotten flesh feels sour;

that sweet juice of oranges dripped
from her dress
like the saliva of lions’ tongues.

:and soon, it will be hers
the sunset and the desert sands
(they glitter for miles in her eyes)
the sweet ripe fruit and the
sour rotten flesh and her veil
in the wind; she will burn but the
sweet juice of oranges drips
from her dress
.like the saliva of lions’ tongues