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Garlic Seed-Head

July 28, 2008 10 comments
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Cabbage Whites

November 23, 2007 10 comments

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They must have trekked through the shadeless trenches
Of what had been the rapeseed field, until they came
To the warm-white, smooth, and alien face of the turbine’s stem,
Scaled it some way, and fallen into metamorphic sleep.
You might think, almost, they wanted to be rocked
By the pulse of great white wings, beating above them.

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by Lucy Kempton

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A Great Sufficiency

October 3, 2007 7 comments

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Photo by Lucy Kempton

the livid plum
has inspired

ascension to heaven
in love songs to Shiva

apologia that isn’t
for pleasures indulged

sexual metaphor
the world over

in poems and
brush paintings

made quick
and fierce

against tree trunks
the way it can be

sometimes
sweet

the way
bark prints

are left between
shoulder-blades

and legs sore
the next day

isn’t it
and the drip

the stickiness
of all of it

the decadence
of wet flesh

it’s true,
halve one

and you will know
all there is

to know
about women

place one whole
in your mouth

something learned
about men too

but turn wholly
with attention

to plum shape
flesh, texture

taste, swallow
with attention

and you will know
all there is

to know about
miracles of light

wrought in
stripped earth

and also about
the heart organ

how easily
bruised

how persuasively
flooded

how articulate
and subtle

fragile
regenerative

so soft
a ripeness

on attentive
tongue

by Jessamyn Smyth

Direct link to the mp3.

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Ekphrasis 8: Lucy Kempton + Joe Hyam

March 31, 2007 3 comments

Tern

Handbook for Explorers, 10

Getting lost’s the better part of getting there;
The other half’s not knowing where you were
At first; or what it is you may discover –
God’s word, or a herb that’ll provide a cure
For broken bones or dislocated minds –

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As darkness wraps up the mountain face
Where you flounder, and contrary winds
Give loose advice . . .

sand red

. . . and confused, you tread space
And falling, wonder how long until
You land; find not oblivion but snow
To cushion you, and guess you’re still
Alive in a dead world of ice and rock,
At whose heart lurk new secrets to unlock.

rock

photos by Lucy Kempton

poem by Joe Hyam

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