Weapons of Seduction - 2016
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/1f5c1daa42b409c121a0ab8e072a2ee5f23a50d06cfdbda5191d28f31a8f0a71/blue-0527.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/f1b8cac8e8e33a1452809deeeb6f2d2444b2648e06f021c7596fd99a6865386d/blue-1420-Edit.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/d7b9502fc74479fc999d42992a7b5ff8cd83c79addae84c6dddfa59aaa992292/blue-1498.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/aa31697dc126cd24859458398ddd42a0cefae076a67c46a0bb14d37096fdc589/bowerbird-2047-Edit.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/558596f0ec76139fcaee946a486e375c0b2feebc67811f2f7b810806fea1ab1b/blue-1583.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/574b851789e82f77594e1c5a1b92d7692f7b5c29874ae94b06da18965a53e645/blue-1735.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/ea658b256ca36a010f0bc2f3ce4608c98755844b8e55a0c47a1079bf0607f79d/blue-1778.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/963151d99d8b4ebe5ec54a51523835c076dd97e947c89bf40090bcf6e3c404c9/bowerbird-1997-Edit.jpg)
![](https://freight.cargo.site/t/original/i/88c9b14c40205cb31e3323d2165b35e8e6e8c3e7c9fd068dd6863ff6aff1fbf7/bowerbird-1990.jpg)
Instead of picking at myself
like an old scab
I'm going to build a bower
and litter it with bits of blue
you walk towards me
down a Coles aisle
and walk a cute crooked line
like a peroxided Chandler drunk
you're wearing blue
and I want to fly off with you
like a bower bird snitching a bright
blue plastic peg —
under the ripe white moon
looming in broad daylight
flashing all its deep craters
I am pulled like the sea
and feel quite washed up
until
you touch my face
with your fine right hand
and I see it glitter
like a carved Minoan
blue octopus gem stone
and I'm going to sever it
if you leave it lying about
and fix it with bluetack
to my bower wall,
I want to keep it.
I'm not up to my bower dance
but I have other weapons
of seduction,
watch my face
I'll hold my breath
until I turn blue
see?
didn't I always say
I'd die for you.
- Dorothy Porter
like an old scab
I'm going to build a bower
and litter it with bits of blue
you walk towards me
down a Coles aisle
and walk a cute crooked line
like a peroxided Chandler drunk
you're wearing blue
and I want to fly off with you
like a bower bird snitching a bright
blue plastic peg —
under the ripe white moon
looming in broad daylight
flashing all its deep craters
I am pulled like the sea
and feel quite washed up
until
you touch my face
with your fine right hand
and I see it glitter
like a carved Minoan
blue octopus gem stone
and I'm going to sever it
if you leave it lying about
and fix it with bluetack
to my bower wall,
I want to keep it.
I'm not up to my bower dance
but I have other weapons
of seduction,
watch my face
I'll hold my breath
until I turn blue
see?
didn't I always say
I'd die for you.
- Dorothy Porter