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Exorcism

Exorcism

​It has taken until now to begin;
for my throat to form the sounds,
my mouth to mimic
the shifting shapes of sorrow
and release them into the air.
 

I am an infant, grappling
with the birth of language;
each word connecting
and disconnecting me
to and from myself.
 

Love letters crawl from the
tar pit. Black, sticky,
coated with grief, they slip
beneath triangles that
no longer tessellate.
 

As the banshee leaves
all that remains in the
blonde light of morning
is a girl, so much stronger
than me before you.

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the secret life of trees


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

nascent honeysuckling babe
catkin velveteen murmured ripple
rosehip nipple
 

naive milk-bathed melody
harmonic lilt of newborn crush
 

crushed
 

broken, rooted, steeped in scraith
charred, scraw-clawed ascent
scraping cobalt canopy
 

corkscrew willowed silhouette
seeking beams and
warmdrench summer rain
 
 

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Shapes


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting ~ Robert Frost
 
 

Nursing vanilla-caffeine infusion,
soft frost melting against the aga,
I watch them
 

sibling seed heads,
happily bent in solicitude
for their task.
 

In paper intricacies
patient adolescent soothes
her fervent perfectionism –
 

it doesn’t matter if you make mistakes sweetheart,
++++++++++++++++++++that’s what makes each one unique
 

As dusk gnaws at the
frayed edges of the day
I dance a solitary waltz
 

beneath
lacy snowflakes
strung from cobwebbed beams,
 

glistering
in the fractals
of their beautiful mistakes.
 
 

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Dog Days


 
 
 
 
 

Lain beneath the filigreed dust
of a spattered mackerel sky,the
snaggle-toothed, black matted mongrel,
 

wet tongue lolling over spracked
slack lips, its sickly damp dog smell,
blood-bloated fetid breath,
 

embraces easy slumber, rattlesnake
snores and lumbers light,
beneath the adipose surface,
 

its conscience unencumbered.
On Canicular days I would poke
with a stick or slick-sharped blade,
 

bid him wake to rake my face
with rancorous claws but not today.
The dog days are long past, now
 

rapture fasts while winter feasts.
Let the lying canine sleep,
I choose to bury the baying beast.
 
 

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Tumble


 
 

Forget the fortress walls on which we lean,
unhealthy, mortgaged marriage; bricks and land,
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

Confined within bastilles we crash-careen
between two jobs, clock-watching, minute hand,
forget the fortress walls on which we lean.
 

These spirit-levelled prisons, chains unseen,
will shackle minds until we understand
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

Monopoly portfolios: obscene,
support joints crack beneath the tax demand,
forget the fortress walls on which we lean.
 

As bills pile up against the cash machine
and bailiffs rape for rupee, pound or rand
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

As banks foreclose on homes, call in the lien,
foundations flounder, mortar turns to sand.
Forget the fortress walls on which we lean,
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 
 

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Caveat

No need to steal into my room,
the door’s open
and you’re welcome to visit at any time.
 

I’m elsewhere but my scent lingers –
pink pepper and lilacs lacing base tones
of amber patchouli.
 

My shape has shifted,
my absent form leaving a melancholy imprint
on the memory foam mattress
 

and faith has left faint scratches
where I hand-cuffed myself
to the creamy metal spokes of the antique bed.
 

The solid warm-wood chest
belies the mercurial nature of the
diaphanous garments secreted within;
 

slip-stitched silky knickers
sewn with shaky fingers,
invisible, unbreakable thread.
 

You may lift them,
lay them on the purple counterpane
and immerse yourself in their forlorn fantasies
 

but should you attempt to snip at their seams
unpick the hard-earned sutures
that have held together the woman
 

you will be left with disintegrating rags,
tattered remnants of the past,
while the girl you once knew walks away, naked.
 
 

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