February 2013-March 2014
17 poets, 15 months, creating 1 contemporary reworking of Ovid’s Metamorphoses
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Poems Inspired by Book 12
Kate Garrett and Eleanor Perry
by Kate Garrett
The hum through the knots
of narrative is palpable
in a chain of red tabloid tops
on a shelf in the corner shop.
The hum runs through the heads
in the queue as you stand waiting
to pay for your pint of milk:
her down the road
him off the telly
a child is missing
their house burned down
adultery robbery assault
someone is guilty
someone’s to blame
And you stop trying to undo
the tangles in the ropes,
let them fall at your feet, ignored.
You smile and nod across the din
of this strip-lit palace, gossip hub,
pushed down into silence.
by Kate Garrett
You can survive battle after battle,
but that first one doesn’t leave you.
The gods try to replace what they’ve
taken away & never manage
a fair trade. If it was in my power
to say this won’t happen again, Neptune,
no man or god will twice penetrate me,
see here, my new-found shield of hate …
but it’s not. It’s in his. A gift.
My only protection: the change from beauty
to beast, the double loss of self;
shards of a girl float in time between us.
house of rumour
by Eleanor Perry
tithe lust to distil a tongue spirant
the hiss and how thus brusht to blather as
ajar ajar the thresh of pressed echo is
pursemouthed, slight synths bankrupted
and whissing lashlung reeds, the brisk
where gristyl-boned thinning topples
upturned, unshelling seethe and murling
swell. O error in ten thousand shapes, a pulp
slow champing clips of birth or bleed slung
threaded there, and gather stragged yes
lessened or listen maybe scuttled somewhere
hollow that the jawbone knows or vowels
clucking pearls for lightless pores where
slit the curve of graze and fine eyelid.
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