Poetry Blog by Rebecca Audra Smith
Guest poets Jo Bell, Chris Dommett and Emma Mcgordon at this the sixth Stirred promises to make it a special April event. I'm excited to hear their sets, fifteen minutes of poetry love from each guest.
Anna Percy has promised to recruit 'pathetic prizes' for the regular writing exercise. Last month was all about the shoes, this month it is all about the Christmas cracker debris. The picture...
Saturday 2nd April 2011 4:18 pm
There was a stone in the lake
And the moon in my hand
There was a stone in my hand
And the moon in the lake
I threw the stone and it became the moon
as it solidified in the water's space
Its mirror a world of twisting creatures,
all skin and fin; water bodies
I threw the moon and it became a stone
A pitted rough hewn chunk
as real as touch, its pres...
Tuesday 29th March 2011 3:52 pm
I woke in the middle of the night
Slurred with illness cold tickling
My throat; my nose red raw. I saw
your body eloquent as a choir
corpse-still your bones were breathing
singing, the chorus chant sighing through you
orchestra woman. My favourite part:
the string section, its high toned rend
tore my heart in two.
A broken up shadow your body
Wednesday 26th January 2011 3:40 pm