Adrienne Rich - Diving into the Wreck →
…it’s a flask of canal water, tinged with rum; / a stormy ale...– work in progress for the Penning Perfumes project
Mother of Pearl
a sky like rained on whipped cream birth stones raked through a pond palette of eye colours the swoop of a lavish bird at dusk an aged mirror sky, all flatter and swoon pearl-cool lychees, sugar-dusted jelly, icing the glitz of a tipped-out button box newly calcimined sky, clean as fresh almonds spring bluebells – the polar ice This...
Spell For A Sulking Room
Drab, low as an underskirt mood · limescale-dull water glass · laundry pile tipped inside-out · wasted spray of drooping ferns · moth wings palmed on the wall · wine unravelled storytell · evaporate a quiet face · deliriums of discontent · wring out the shabby lungs · chide the tick of a parlour clock · amethyst-eyed in your swooning bed, remember this about to happen
from Denise Riley's 'Lure'
“I roam around around around around acidic yellows, globe oranges burning, slashed cream, huge scarlet flowing anemones, barbaric pink singing, radiant weeping When will I be loved?”
To a Runaway Child
‘Lull’d in these flowers’ From the sleep of the glade sunburn will begin to tell, at a felled tree’s bridge among the bluebell sprawl. Escaped light evolves leaf cells, exposes hides, buds, irregular breeds; swallows skate a few miles south; an apple, caught in the river’s rip, gently bobs. Elements correspond: this plant’s essence soothes skin puckered by the flare, wild...
I like a rut. People call me up and say, “I hope I’m not disturbing...– The Philosophy of Andy Warhol
Emotional State Seen Through a Pale-Haired Fringe
Dawn is coloured sweetpea and warbles with birds. From bed, you notice how dust garlands your fake yellow roses, but what now could be gained by licking them clean? You could plan menus, polish the mirrors, call your Mother and sweep the yard. Cleanliness, if not calm in your reach. But, sultry as a storm, you lack resources for comfort: the last velvet sleep; ...