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Curtains               Pastoral

         Procrastination           Reprieve

 

 

Curtains

 

They were innocent shades of blue

until you found the faces.

Scrawny cheeks, open mouths,

their high-pitched voices

like they’d been sucking on helium.

In the light they diminished,

pushed whispering into one another.

By night, they blossomed

across our exuberant tangle of limbs.

 

One Sunday they began to float

down to the bed with our tea and toast,

chanting as you watched the football,

murmuring over my Observer.

A little cry, and I found one

had creased itself between us.

That night it was back

bigger. No body. All mouth.

I couldn’t shift it.

 

You and the cat moved to the spare room.

I kept the curtains closed:

ate, watched, read what they wanted.

I think you said you couldn’t talk to me any more

they were making such a racket

like starlings circling buildings,

wings catching the last sun,

before they finally settle, all together

in a warm, black smothering.

 

Emily Dening

runner up, Mslexia Poetry Competition, 2005;

in collection A Stash of Gin, 2007,

Mainsail Press, ISBN 9780955302015

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Pastoral

 

A cow is breathing outside my window

            no

a cow is snoring outside my window.

 

A regular, wheezing snuffle rises into the stillness of the evening.

 

I could reach out, gather its breath, grassy, warm,

to keep pace with my own.    I should like to dream of cows.

 

To dream of cows dreaming

 

                        their soft jowls in constant motion

 

of new pastures after the winter feeds,

               their mothers, brothers & sisters,

                                the warm companionship of the barn,

 

before my dream remembers

as I struggle for the daylight—

 

we have lost their language & they choose not to understand ours.

 

 

Emily Dening

first published in THE SHOp, 20, Summer 2006;

in collection A Stash of Gin, 2007,

Mainsail Press, ISBN 9780955302015

 

 

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Procrastination

 

Today is the day for not

stopping the dripping tap

which started when you

did the washing up,

fingers white,

tightening

round the head.

 

Today is the day for not

putting the handle back

on the bedroom door

which flew off each

time you did,

hurtling

down the stairs.

 

Tonight is the night for not

altering the stereo clock

which has winked for weeks

since the power cut,

three zeros

soothing

through the small hours.

 

 

Emily Dening

first published in Reactions 3, 2002;

in collection A Stash of Gin, 2007,

Mainsail Press, ISBN 9780955302015

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Reprieve

 

She has no need

to charm the bouncers.

 

         All night she threads

         between the press of

 

                 dragons, snakes

                 a snarling panther

 

                         the thrust of studs

                         from noses, tongues.

 

                                 She’s light as lipstick

                                 clear as vodka

 

                                         hula-hooping smoke rings

                                         juggling pocketfuls of pills.

 

                                                 A wave of sound ripples

                                                 her to the starlit roof.

 

                                                         The chalk moon throbs.

                                                         She reaches up

 

                                                                  easing it, like a tired

                                                                  child into her lap.

 

                                                                          Soon she will slip back

                                                                          inside her supine husk

 

                                                                                and the moon will bare

                                                                                its daylight mask.

 

 

Emily Dening

first published in Reactions 3,  2002;

in collection A Stash of Gin, 2007,

Mainsail Press, ISBN 9780955302015

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