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Lauren Terry - Three Poems

Lauren Terry

The Eyeless Birds

Lithe-winged bodies snagged
on the silver head of a pin;

they flee from death at obscene angles –

do not remember
the motion of flight,

belly-up, hindlimbscinched in sisal twine. 

and dried like pitted fruit –

the eye is a black pip, hole plugged with cotton wool,

because children should not think
of death in cabinets,

pointing at the nothing on the other side of the glass.

Beehive (Thimble Forest)

                after Joseph Cornell

Shrink your eye
to match the aperture of a pinhole
and tally pitted tankers
snagged on pylons –
lurching over badlands,
where planets rove in circles
in the cambered pit of a mirrored drum.

Hold your tongue
and the pylons reverberate –
the silver whine of a carillon bell
slicing ad infinitum
through the blankness.

The Other Side of an Apple

imagine the other face is flat or blue in a bowl of other fruits with various other names split the apple clean in half and in the ovary there are pits for such pits on the hot wet mound of your tongue things resemble apples pregnant apples in form or colour on the other face is there a knife in its back is there a tooth or bot fly feasting shrunken head or abstract flatness god do not touch it imagine god is an apple do not bash it spit god into the palm of your right hand and let it drop lunar ball the fall might kill it spill its pips the push would make it flat on its other face

copyright © Lauren Terry, 2020


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