Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Another poem from the 'lost' UMBRA sequence

This is another poem from the 'lost' UMBRA sequence; here, Umbra is reliving that first moment of disorientation as she realises that she is the reincarnation of Barton's wife and must leave her old life behind to seek him out. A little brief and fanciful, perhaps, but I think it worked better within the sequence, where the other poems bolstered it and gave it more fibre, if you like. UMBRA was very much a play for voices; a version intended for radio was performed at the Brasenose Arts Festival in Oxford in the spring of 1999 as a pure 'reading'.


into that swimming heat,
it was all iron and alcohol.

The first step crushed her.

The second step moved her.

The third step came over

like a wave on the shore,
beating its silver tongue
against her lungs, filling her
with the ache of recognition.

She was a catamaran,
arching her delicate blues
into the hull of an ocean.

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