I am a 32 year old
English woman currently living in North Carolina with my partner and nine
year old son. I have been writing for several years and have had a selection
of my poetry published throughout the UK. As well as writing short stories
and poems I am working on a PhD thesis on embodiment, and homeschooling my
son.
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Waste
The light spilling over the window sill
reminds me to turn over
before I see it pool in the sheets
where emptiness lies.
Each morning I am beside myself.
Shadows are newly poured
around my face and body
filling all crevaces
and hardening to crust.
Afternoons only defer nightfall.
Movements are matchsticks
snapping with flintless tinderness
until I splinter.
And from these pieces
grow thornflowers for a desert.
Levellings and Crossings.
Once here lay a field for our sprawling
Summer's play, sparking and larking,
blazing trails of buttercup chains.
Now these memories are traced
by neon exclamations!!!!!!!!!! punctuating
dry lengths of tarmac tongue which rasp
at the side-winding vergeal vestiges.
Here only iron-billed cranes stretch
to build their nests of cold steel.
A non-pedestrian zone
with a pall of deisel under-hanging
the jellyfish sky, stinging eyes
and smothering breath.
Must we only in memory conquer
knotted chestnuts in search of Autumn
fruits? Only smell aerosol glades?
Does our Greenman only beckon
us to and endless road crossings?
And mother earth, must we
by-pass her in our haste
to circuit A to Z?
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