OK, this poem is nearing completion but needs a 'final destination'.... All suggestions welcomed!
'No need to lie, just tell the truth'
glared at by flashbulbs, words snatched walking,
she speaks. This strange screen-goddess who gleams
sunlight and mythic red lips. She is roundly
sounding school-ma'am vowels and talking
of justice. Nepali flowers shower narcissim
in flurries over her smiling skin
and chase her like the stars she too can see
through eyes immortalised in BBC colour
yet feel as helpless underneath their show.