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Inception

 

She was cinder born, the girl you met –

curate’s egg smashed to ash.

She couldn’t weaken her heart to hold

something of herself –

an arm underneath her skirt,

turning her this way and that,

through her jaw –

ammunition for section.

She was rough for love,

dragged slate, flint ticked,

a quarry of crashes –

nose, cheek, fractures of kisses

a lost eyelash singed

fever sped,

and a hand that brushed her away.

 

But she wasn’t.

 

She was bent, a dent

of millipede feet –

the stamp of a heretic repeated.

A trail of bristle thick

paint, the tongue wet

art of Narcissus.

Always tilted back, offering her neck,

she was a nest egg.

Always leaning forward

on her mascara smudged knees,

she was a kick.

 

But she wasn’t.

 

I dreamt of you last night,

but I couldn’t see your face.

Back to back in a coffee bar,

these things divide – time, grains of sugar,

a meddle of fingers, messed wine lip

words -

I said something to you and you heard.

 

I wasn’t her, the one that died –

her back snapped on the pouring of water,

a soft petal, sleep cured for your eyes

welcoming into the light,

my face, my hands, my voice.

 

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Comments

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Tue 24th Apr 2012 15:39

Thank you for the kind comments.

Ray - ammunition to be sectionned.

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Ray Miller

Mon 23rd Apr 2012 21:21

There are many beautiful images. My favourite

She was rough for love,

dragged slate, flint ticked,

a quarry of crashes –

nose, cheek, fractures of kisses

a lost eyelash singed

I do have trouble piecing all the parts together, though."ammunition for section" - don't get that at all, for example.
fever sped,

darren thomas

Mon 23rd Apr 2012 19:01

A poem worth reading again and again.

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Glyn Pope

Mon 23rd Apr 2012 18:28

I don't really know why, but I love this poem. It's maybe got something to do with just having to use my mind to think about it. Read and reread and reread. Love the line, 'I said something to you and you heard', very Bob Dylan (good Bob Dylan).

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Laura Taylor

Mon 23rd Apr 2012 15:53

Am a little braindead at the moment chuck, so no big critique or owt. Just to say I loved every second of this.

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