Our Poem of the Week is 'Star Scran and Honey Madness' by Kealan Coady, a breathless piece of psychedelia that drips with deep space imagery and invites us to trip the light fantastic. Though we start off flat on our backs on a carpet, we travel through time and space on a surreal and beautiful journey towards realisation. Like Alice, we fall down to a wonderland created by Kealan's fine use of language and imagination.

 

Below, he answers our Q&A;

 

What got you into writing poetry?

One of my earliest memories is of writing a poem. It's just something I've always done.

 

How long have you been writing?

Ages

 

Do you go to any open-mic nights?

I used to but I'm not really a performance poet.  For me writing is a very private thing, the process anyway, and most of my stuff these days is heading toward concrete which would be fairly awkward to read aloud.

 

What’s your favourite poet/poem?

Dylan Thomas, The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower

 

You're cast away on a desert island. What's your luxury?

Natalie Dormer

 

 

Star Scran and Honey Madness

by Kealan Coady

 

flat on your back on the carpet
breaths long like oceans whirling 
the sea moves through you

heart a lung of stars
Quartz thoughts replenish 
strands of peace

a feast has many faces, 
horned or haloed, energy everlasting
gulp your fill

seek the spark of angels’ burning 
effigies of dreams from Lyra
kiss the quiet

unconditional light and the cosmic tickle
of stars like pins and needles
vibrate the ouija-world

as meaty ghosts unfurl unlikely dimensions
lay them out in front of us
as cats with airborne corpses

we exhale and purring pours the particles
mechanics resonate waves as lives imagined
we are fuel

yoke, white and shell
derangement at a distance feels like honey
multiples of multiples

and further outward yet, a snarling well
a black groan yawning clusters inward
and we as flies to the sap

in turn internally an intern 
commanders the sun

breath

breath

breath

lungs
also need to feed