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A poem by Caroline Hardaker

A poem by Caroline Hardaker

Late/Early

Shock
stop, stop now,
soft hum. Glow.

Husks of shapes, but slanted; all looking sidelong
for a face averted, travelling. I watch them,
all wrong.
Tongue on gums, chewing half-eaten thumps;
words, blubs beating to be out,
the taste of vinegar, salt licks and
sudden leg cramp

 a mouth full of day, unespecial day, sodden,
dripped on dark, a black, a blank sheet;
a hole, a horse – on fire, banners lit,
who is the lady that rides the horse, it is white
roll, pull 

Gobs digest and regurgitate a mirror-day;
a casket, a woman, a wreath,
she sits in a room I know but have not visited.
Cold.

 The walls are irises.

A poem by Lorraine Carey

A poem by Lorraine Carey