tall & ignorant servants
Sally Evans.
Book nerd. Tea drinker. Dilettante. Poet. Small-town girl. Insomniac. Non-smoker. Origami crane enthusiast. Structuralist. Geek. Academic-in-waiting. Lover of the em rule.
Location: Wollongong, NSW, Australia
More poetry at: lovemakingsounds
Personal blog at: kaywinnit-lee-frye
HADES GREY, a blackout poetry project based on Fifty Shades of Grey.
Sally Evans, 2013.
[those in the Sydney area are encouraged to come along to the Marvellous Scandal on March 8th for a performance of the whole project]
… pleasure amongst not merely
the word, one amongst them; but the
skin over the points, of the bone.
J.H. Prynne, ‘The Numbers’
skin
most sensitive
over the bone
bent at joints
what the wolves
tear loose
drag on
bloody
elbows
over the
bank
water
cleans the skin
anaesthetic
so you will not feel
aesthetic
to be felt
I leant
and laid my branches down
along your shoulders.
I stood alongside
as you fell like timber
amidst wolves’ teeth.
Your grey cheek fell to the shale
your skin’s colour
flooded the tongue of the river.
Blood flowed
beneath me
to my roots.
Your voice
gusted in my leaves.
she’s all lip-gloss glistening
he’s all think and businessing
she’s all slick and shimmying
he’s all tricks and glittering
she’s all drink and dizzying
he’s all thick and pinkening
she’s all lick and kissing him
he’s all twisting linening
she’s all flirt and flickering
he’s all fizz and slithering
she’s all wink and tickling
he’s all drip and drizzling
she’s little miss winking, impish unforgiving
he’s brittle-damp sickening, all wit and withering
First published in One Horse Town, October 2008.
Not new work, I admit, but someone asked me to put this in digitally-accessible form.
the poem is what
’s left behind:
stones from plums.
the poem
is writ-
I’m doing NaPoWriMo. Go forth and be follow-ful.
