Blog Entries by Marianne Daniels (2013)

Your weight

is like balancing small stones

or a column of water on my chest;

trickles of frequency;

humble –

not wishing to offend.

Compared with darker hues -

you clean me of defence;

lie me out thin;

a sleep growing old

by breathing small

through light narcotics.

Sometimes

clasps of evergreen

are at the shoulder

...

Tuesday 10th December 2013 4:24 pm

The Evergreens

They have this idea

to spend the year chatting,

lining the walls of the back garden;

their dresses ruffling with

every whispered tickle of birdsong.

Regal they are, lasting in their plump

precision; perhaps a grandmother

to all trees, whistling, offering

pinecones - I find them hopeful

of a hug every time I pass them.

As a child, I gave them my

...

Friday 6th December 2013 12:16 pm

Morning

Its as if all measurable things

have become a threat –

clock faces that untwine our limbs,

second hands that drag our sleepy thoughts

to work, the seperation of each step away –

metres, miles -

impossible to train for; no rest allowing

of this – to go to different places in the day.

Like my dreams, half understood;

each a story of faulty echoes –

the...

Tuesday 12th November 2013 2:19 pm

Notes

Persistent as daydreams

half given to heavy flown clouds,

grazing their bellies on the needle point

of something I could not remember -

these notes furious in my computer

make no sense, make no time,

give no memory that I know was mine,

a worthy turn of words to be proud.

Cotton tongued I am perhaps

from all those red eyed nights I spent collecting

those ...

Monday 4th November 2013 3:58 pm

Vodka

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Dribbling down

my world half eaten by the running

sound of water in my brain -

there is some thought invested

wrong.

It is furious

for those women that cackle

in my make-up bag;

picking them out one by one,

to rub their tenderness on my skin

where it flakes off in places.

A mirror is mistaken;

the wrong side of a hemisphere

...

Wednesday 23rd October 2013 2:50 pm

For everything

versioned into some smaller part of itself;

beauties

like the cirrus reach

of a cold wind where the split day

teases –

there is night, there is morning,

there is that second

where anticipation is worth

more than the reason

and gentle things we are

to worry so

for life being this;

delicate as a snowflake

tha...

Monday 21st October 2013 1:55 pm

They Put Milk in the Rain.

The things I have in my head

are of no matter to any one;

endless paranoia from the fall out

of letters; things to entice me

with the breakdown of lexicons

and fluff stuck tongue fat words.

My ears are stuffed; the ambushed prints

from unheard fingers on violins;

characters that bounce on a piano’s

hapless chin; music caught between

my teeth...

Monday 21st October 2013 1:28 pm

Ineffable

Like the internet;

the pre-disposed characters

of life and love - coloured with

asterisks, italics;

pressed flowers of lies;

the fingertip and the keyboard,

untying, tying bootlaces to trip over;

there is nothing really known.

Try to forget the sun;

the mortal warmth,

and your figurative too –

everyone disappears;

authority or not, th...

Wednesday 25th September 2013 2:43 pm

Punk

Each squeezed rancid

bellow; indulged, repulsed,

postured as a knuckle shove

of coloured fat slabs of green -

the anatomy of steam, of infrastructure -

is punked,

turned to believe;

greased with hips from kohl

smudged gloves, smitten cloaks

of coal on sweat,

pistol gripped,

faced into a dying sun.

The animation of gas tower...

Thursday 19th September 2013 10:47 am

Tetris

The neighbourhood is distinguishable

by its right-angles;

God-checkers; a wife’s eye

through the curtain;

People-carriers on the drive;

trees trimmed like cat’s ears.

The flight of a newspaper

hits the ground

at the same time

the toast is buttered.

Thank you, honey;

Plastic creaks –

the wire from the vacuum

around...

Thursday 12th September 2013 2:50 pm

Rock pool

I have around my waist,

a flat line that divides;

breath lip-tight where glue seas

devour,

or a glass photograph of the sky;

some storm cloud promise where the drub

of my thumb print squeezes.

Fish? I have no idea,

just the pearl cute glimpse of my nails,

scavanging in alkaline,

twisted in bitten leaves of seaweed;

popping their war...

Thursday 8th August 2013 9:49 am

A Symphony in White

Pure, unabsorbed –

the gallery doesn’t welcome visitors.

Cured of insult, modern unsympathetic,

eased of innocence with passive

resting scores of nothing; no anger,

no urination of thought –

a globe of cleansed weapons,

white washed scars -

here is your superiority, as inspiring

as a closing lid.

I hear you smirk

within the fo...

Thursday 8th August 2013 9:46 am

The Window

I hear the echoes of misguided footsteps,

things unkindly dropped, whispers;

the ripples of conversation

dappled through dust notes;

a geometry in sunlight.

The wood groans.

Twice I have had to move;

the heat through the windows

sodden in the pews;

hexagon boxes that outline the hall.

I have the dim light here;

the-other-...

Monday 29th July 2013 11:23 am

Trees

So they grow, like physical memories

of breath; a presence of time unabated

by those who sit in their office clothes

painting the window upon their eyelid;

each second unpassed but lived through.

They wave and dance with ease -

the cleanse of being a tree, so like a child

in every wind. Falling down, they are a compass

to my own destruction; my slice...

Friday 5th July 2013 12:24 pm

Sun Dogs

Aurora:

Born luminous in bands of dactyl light

beginning, I am -

fresh upon your eyelids,

the genesis of ambition.

I claim the day; your inseparable calendar,

pearl cupid thoughts;

what will be, will be

in the design of oyster paint, one morning promises.

Meridian:

Impaled, my wet lank claws disquieted,

stroking y...

Friday 21st June 2013 2:17 pm

Paris Falls

It could be fair to move through in reticence,

keep the air, like the dream , suspended;

caught in a welling eye, an un-succinct pool to dive

your heart - whole and ecstatic in your gasp,

watching the second hands static,

watching the light before the grasp of projection.

It could be right to keep your sight a trance;

movement of colour as fast as coffe...

Monday 3rd June 2013 9:49 am

Treading Waters

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Her toes were dimpled , coltish imprints;

Angel fish swimming too close to the tide,

my belly aching where the tiny sand pools

formed; each ripple, a rehearsal.

I found her hair tangling around

my ankles; a translucent green -

the shoreline being so unforgiving;

quick to bury my womanhood

in moving waters.

I thought she should have dark

...

Thursday 16th May 2013 12:31 pm

Eye

It is a balanced miracle orb;

a hidden spectator that shields of blue disrobe

and softly, I have been told to use it - those narcotic rubbed words;

eclectic hearts, vessels blotted -

but no one knows the half of me yet.

I find it in the smallest of days -

the circular mirror I have to grip; veins on each nerve,

tectonic twists;

and the window of a mo...

Tuesday 14th May 2013 2:46 pm

Threads

These cotton thoughts of mine;

frayed white lines and webs of string

that groove my teeth with the clean squeaks of a finely able

space to move through,

have no end -

no angle to derive

a valid point or culture;

the lips I douse cotton bobbins with

a Claret heritage.

My thoughts are like the pickled

fingertips of a Dodo in a glass box; d...

Thursday 9th May 2013 12:10 pm

The Blahs

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Expression is not my forte;

foot slipping centipede that I am, queuing up

for my opportunity to speak; my mouth

a pulp of green words.

The clumsy arcs in my conversation

are like fluffed popsicle sticks

underneath the couch, unable to draw

attention. I do not have villas, or cornfields

or seascapes to draw my inspiration;

m...

Tuesday 23rd April 2013 2:47 pm

Virus

I have a

thought; exact

in its weight,

the drag of my

forehead down

into my chest -

a pompous,

self-eclipsed

thought

consumed in

the possession

of my

imaginary

husband,

my imaginary

parents and

god.

This thought is

confident,

observed by

rejection

and prospering

in the infantile

way my

f...

Thursday 18th April 2013 2:43 pm

The Seagull

Far from the commuter’s rush

we watched the skyline linger;

the ferry’s lace of water like trails of

morning pinched in jet stream.

I tried to balance

sneaking my hands into your pockets to keep warm

while you took photographs of America

and a little lopsided, a little drunk

with the quiver of sleep still in my stare

I leant into you and over your...

Monday 15th April 2013 2:08 pm

Small Things

These are the frightening things of half understood

memories; traipses of corn ears furrowed by a field

wrapped within the sun and its shadows.

Someone walks into it blinded by the white

stretch; their hands over their eyes - those grilled black fingers

unkind to touch, cowardly bent.

Faceless, the rows of industrial secrets

bend and thread; their ...

Thursday 21st March 2013 1:52 pm

Horse

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What heavy breath escapes you;

matted creature, snorting monster–

four legged man without woman

as master;

your beard twists of licked

charcoal curls; dark- rubbed

with the rolling clouds behind.

I hear the sounds of a wet chest

strained upon the muscle

of your front legs;

an intelligent mind, outside the materials

of a humankind;

free runn...

Thursday 28th February 2013 2:13 pm

Thin

I have paid my way through

the looseness of my clothes, the soldered

line of my jaw, the victim quiet

puckered lips of pale milk blood

knowing only the night to lift

those lilac folds of eyelid thin dreams

to the surface of my sleep;

happy pillowed mounds for my body

to exist without bold dark definitions.

I have a cave for the ...

Tuesday 12th February 2013 2:01 pm

Infirm

And now I do not wish

for things hidden in the sky;

in the ground of this snow,

the cold is telling in my limbs,

grey cliffs my flesh passes through.

My lungs –

burnt poppy coals –

have left the sea;

each secret translucent

as the next: a bedding tide,

a tangle of limp hair;

a man who lost his pocket watch,

his albatross w...

Monday 4th February 2013 3:26 pm

Within the folds of half death, a sleeping eye, devoured where night breathes in unknown ghosts; a tender peel of giving up reveals itself. Sheet clothed limbs twist in subordinate desire, to sleep, to be unrefined and outside of skin moulded lines. A crucifix is over my door, the body; hazel fine. It drips divine down the darkened beams; shoulders pained with cute pinned hands; a gaze almost s...

Saturday 2nd February 2013 11:19 pm

Silence

What are Years?

I asked you once, secretly –

my hands tangled within the fragments

of tissue paper.

They are not wanting to go,

I answered for you; your eyes -

the pours of an unusual me -

a witness knowing the power

of sight; a touching distance

where love creates.

They say the need is more hungry

than the wait,

but...

Thursday 17th January 2013 11:33 am

Winter Hour

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From the window I see them;

desperate anorexics, unmistakable

strips of winter –

they are always in my eyesight,

always vivid when my hours lean

me to the hollowed out corners of my imagination.

Pure, white, dead –

these limitations of a day

set on a page; the rat of boredom,

or the inconsolable child

who shows nothing of being nurtured,

...

Friday 11th January 2013 3:38 pm

Handwriting

Be it my own secret heart -

ink damned -

where flutters a thought

full on the night; a witness

warm behind my eyes,

or a trail of bird feathers

wet

with indigo sleep,

flat upon a parched brown map

of caffeine deaths -

my handwriting will run away

from me.

There is no tip of horse hair,

or dipping lip of Arabian song

that ...