Poems by Maggie Butt

Poems by Maggie Butt

Lipstick, by Maggie Butt

from Lipstick In war time women turn to red
swivel-up scarlet and carmine
not in solidarity wi...

Bulbs, by Maggie Butt

from Lipstick I ask you, how the hibernating bulb
knows when to jerk awake?
Pinioned in the i...

I am the Sphinx, by Maggie Butt

A doorway is a hopeless hiding place
and the sweet smell of love
like aniseed to tracker dogs