Archive for June, 2011
Spilt
Spilt
By Marie Gordon
Will this poem write you out
As my pen pushes in
And the ink seeps through
Will your soggy hands shrivel
When I fiercely dot my i
Will it startle your sleep
And as the word imbeds
Will it pierce your calm pulse
When I shorten the words
Will they hold you fast
And still by their title
To grip and cut you out
When this verse concludes
Dripping from a swift point
Will its smooth blue lines fill
This page from your slick veins
my reel
It’s been a while…nevertheless I am still writing. Here is my newest poem, one that comes from a train of thought that plays on ideas of spectatorship, reality and the concept that reality can interact with what one might have perceived as ’story-book fantasy’ through film. Hope you enjoy.
My reel
By Marie Gordon
If you could watch this reel
With me from start to end
Would you still hold my hand
Would you scoff at the plot
Or diminish the facts
Down to pitiful scrapes
How would you perceive the girl
Sputtering on this film
Like a sharp offering
And would you feel afraid
As you watched her bleed out
That one day she’d blame you
Could you love the body
You saw mutilated
By the unlikely beast
If you saw the damage
Would you carry her off
Or leave her on the screen?