(PUBLISHED IN SEVENTH QUARRY, SUMMER ISSUE 2012)
Smelling the age you loved the most
With half of each other in your hands,
The ink is pushed along by empty fingers
Across a path to you and your eyes.
The grass is waiting with nothing in between
As you choose between left and right.
There is the phrase from a million mouths
Making myriad hopes.
I want to light up your face
But I would be smudging what has started to form.
(published in Roundyhouse, June 2012)
Barefoot on the blossom,
Each step gives you more.
The leaves join you in being drunk from the sun
And your options flow alongside you
As you pick away at the bark
And imagine her when she was young.
Each light I turn off
I get closer to the smell.
I could never wake up again, I dream.
My teeth fall out at the side
And I spit them into your hand.
You carry me all the way across America
And I cry on your sleeve
and laugh.
‘I know what you mean’,
we say.
An alley of faces,
Hair that I cannot see past,
Hands going pale,
Hips on hips,
Sparks flying as teeth get chipped.
The feeling of bricks breaking nails
Will wriggle inside me until I starve it.
Blood tickles the back of my throat
As I arch my spine and reach out for a friend,
And the scratching on my shoulder
Doesn’t make a mark
As I stare at myself in the shower.
This took about 30 attempts to get right but I’m really happy with the outcome. The colour is lovely but I needed to block it properly before sewing together I think. I may have to live with an eternally rolling up edge I think.
Oh well, you live you and learn. I always let my lack of patience get the better of me.
I adore this top. Until I put it on. Something about it doesn’t work with my body shape. I think it’s just that little bit too short so it makes me look like my waist is higher than it is, which I know sounds like it could be a good thing, but what actually happens is that it makes my hips look like they start higher up too, and that they are a few inches wider than they really are. None of this pleases me.
I do, however, like to look at this top from time to time and contemplate having the time to make another one that fits. It was my first ever non-scarf knitting project so I should be proud I suppose. I even got quite carried away with myself and embroidered a little ‘L’ for my name it.
Lucy Rose Williams 