It’s been months if not years since I last posted a poem. Partly because I haven’t written any new ones, and partly because I was still hoping to get some of the older ones published (and most journals won’t take previously published poems etc. etc.)
However, I am cautiously optimistic that my love of writing has returned and that more poems (as well as prose) will get written. So here is an older poem, which has been edited and freshened up, and will hopefully lead to newer and better things. The idea is that you can read it horizontally from left to right or in columns. Just a little bit of playing with appearance on the page!
After the Appeal
You have been sifted cleaned out and weighed
each grain examined you were found wanting
your feet too shuffling your teeth too evolved
slow rip and hide under your mantle
poked and shushed over tut-tut rejected.
And, because I am feeling super generous and energetic (at least until further notice or rejection), here is another, more personal one. In which it becomes clear that my poetic subconscious is a better judge of character than my rational everyday self.
You could not bear my questioning gaze
so you called me Medusa
and coiled nasty creatures
above my head
powerless to stun
yet mocked at by all.
Is there ever a time –
perhaps in your deep slumber at night –
that you startle and run
to escape the unflinching eyes?