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Biography
Originally from Manchester, but now living in the Midlands. I'm an actress, I write a bit, love modern languages, play the clarinet and saxophone, and generally potter around filling up my day with a bit o' this n a bit o' that.
Samples
My name is ....
I had a name
it turned into a lie
I lied
I could lie now
tell you a name
you'd judge
through filters
twist assumptions
a lie that
we could share
a name to change
but still
a name
that isn't me
Requiem for the Bones
Fly high.
Leaving behind the confused dust -
the medina, the bazaar,
jumble of blue and white-washed houses.
Soar above.
Chefchauen below,
climb higher, and when I think
I can go no higher -
I go higher.
Rest there in the heat;
and looking down on the life below
I carve your name on the rock
and cry more tears for you -
left there for you to find.
Calmer now
I touch the bones,
the dry white bleached bones.
The ribs - Adam’s ribs,
- the cage that has bound me,
and in the early evening light
they melt away -
dissolve to nothing.
And Like the love you showed me
they evaporate in the heat
that lingers from the day past.
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Exaudi orationem meam;
ad te omnis caro veniet.
Close
Their bodies
Entwined, conjoined
So close no space between
Her honeyed skin
Against his, pale pearl
She smooth and silky
Nothing to mar
Or jar the passage
Of his hand
As he caressed her
His muscles tense
Taut, hardening
Under her lightest touch
The expectation
Anticipation, of where next
Her fingers might alight
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Comments
Thanks Chris,
glad you enjoy 'panning for vibes' - the music is by Conrad McQueen. Once again well done for putting some pointers out there for poets re: performance etc and so on, and I'd certainly tend to agree with the keeping it 'brief' intro angle as well (...although one may be able to get away with the odd longer explanation here & there just so long as it rhymed I s'pose;) ...'Owning' your space does help and with a little practice anyone can do it. You are right about control too... I think this is especially important regarding the audience, and although I personally tend to draw the line at Teslar cages and mesmerization, giving them money and so on... seat belts are also pretty good too.
toodle pip
Hello there! errr, the attic is locked x x x x Hows things Chris
Steve Mellor
Sun 10th Jan 2010 19:28
Hi Chris
Thanks for the nice comment.
The poem came from the recent Copenhagen climate talks, during which I heard a scientist say that we are only 2 degrees away from an irreversible climate change.
But I've always liked the 6 degrees of separation idea, but sadly it's only 2 centigrade.
Thanks again for the interest taken
Steve
Probably just a spooky co-incidence that your first poem is already a requiem. I always think of Faure.
Loved 'Close'. I think there's a few of us here who are still trying to write something erotic...and failing. You have succeeded.
: )
Jx
Hello Chris, I thought I recognized the words as well. Anyway welcome or welcome back, whatever fits.
Hi Chris - weren't you here before? If so, welcome back, I seem to remember I liked your poems! Like "I had a name" a lot. Enigmatic! xx
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Paul
Sun 7th Mar 2010 18:58
Will there be more in the fairground series? You ask.
Yes, I answer
BTW you're in the next one
lol