last update:
20th Mar 13
e-mail Pat
Pat Winslow website
Pat Winslow blog
poetry favourites:
Magma
Rain Dog
Iota
Poetry London
Poetry Society
Templar Poetry
The Rialto
and in the shop…
collections –
“Kissing Bones”,
“Unpredictable Geometry”
and
“Dreaming of Walls Repeating Themselves”,
Templar Poetry;
“Skin and Dust”
Blinking Eye;
“The Girl in the Iron Lung”
Crocus Books;
“The Fact of an Eye”
Amazing Colossus;
in anthology–
“The Poetry Cure”
Bloodaxe Books
Thunder is the returning hero you haven’t seen
for a long time, the voice in the hall that sends you
rushing like a girl, the tall man with the good looks.
He’s rumbling through the rooms now, shaking down
your attic full of dreams. And here’s lightning, striding
like a pair of scissors. She’s dressed to kill. Neon white.
He’s growly and hard. His teeth gleam. She loves him
like this. She might force her tongue between his lips.
You watch their drama unfold. Some rules you understand,
others seem to make themselves up as they go along.
You want him big and thrusting – always – and her,
strong and clever, dangerous. It’s all zips and biting.
You let them take you and when it’s over, when they’ve
gone and the sky’s cried itself silly, you tidy up,
still tingling in the silver light they’ve left behind.