Thanks to Sarah for her beautiful poem
Poem 76) For Holly Magill (Falafel, giraffe, squidge, toss, cellulite, congeniality)
How do you construct
a falafel for a giraffe?
Well you squidge it
and toss it
until the outside
is the texture
of cellulite.
Then climb a tree
with your offering
hoping for congeniality.
Poem 77) for Sarah Pritchard (repsonse to Sarah’s art piece)
He had taken his anger
bunched and thrown it
at the wall.
The resultant pieces
made sense,
a wedgewood carpet
of the broken
left the viewer wounded.
He walks over them
for a week
breaking the pieces further
then he lifts them
and places them swiftly
on clay.
He has always known
the order
always felt the pieces
were meant to fit together
into something freer than an urn.
Poem 78) for Sarah J Bryson (gasp, weft, snare, dais, extreme, lure)
We gasped.
When had he become the weft of our days?
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“Sappho (/ˈsæfoʊ/; Attic Greek Σαπφώ [sapːʰɔ̌ː], Aeolic Greek Ψάπφω, Psappho [psápːʰɔː]) was a Greek lyric poet, born on the island of Lesbos. The Alexandrians included her in the list of nine lyric poets. She was born sometime between 630 and 612 BCE, and it is said that she died around 570 BCE, but little is known for certain about her life. The bulk of her poetry, which was well-known and greatly admired through much of antiquity, has been lost; however, her immense reputation has endured through surviving fragments.” [Wikipedia] Sunday: I began my dive into Dilys Wood’s Antarctica* (Greendale Press, 2008), spending my discretionary time engaged by this collection, which includes The South Pole Inn, a novella in verse.
Carolyn O' Connell 