Whole Body Memory

Whole Body Memory.

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Whole Body Memory

http://www.forwardartsfoundation.org/poetry/whole-body-memory/

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Door

the paint peels cracks into white flakes
the lines between are dark

the wood black recessed corners
blurred with spider nests

decay has a life of its own
an underlife of dark matter

even when the paint was new
this moment was on the cards

Jan Dean

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The Evening Watering

summer……… and the sun has fallen now
beyond the moment where it mirrors
neighbours’ windows gold ….       .. the stripe of sky
that rests upon the distant ground
sings green with sinking light

doors are still ajar……………….. …….sound carries
further than you’d ever think it would
blackbirds robins….. radios
the hissed exchanges from beyond the fence
excuses…….. lies

maybe the warmth makes them forget
the open curtains ……. lulls them
into dreams where they are glass….. invisible
to all outside the bubble
of their consciousness

I fill the can from a slow tap
fast water thunders…. is both alarm and baffle
I don’t care to signal that I’m here
or blunt the bright edge of the conversations
drifting through the laurel

it’s company………….. a sense of being part
of something bigger ..community is what it’s all about
and if I see a naked limb
rest easily against another …………….in sly illicit languor
I’ll hold my tongue

snippets that slip easy through the hedge
find shelter here……. comings……… goings
all safe in gentle recollection
my memory is excellent ……………….I am discreet
and not so short of cash

I keep a china pot for vouchers …….M&S
John Lewis ……………or my favourite
garden centre tokens …………………..my plot’s my pride
no border’s better stocked
no patio so well accessorised

Jan Dean

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Lullaby 13

this is the song of the benches
in parks and on headlands
the song of the halfway seats
set on steep slopes

the song of the breathless
gazes resting
the slowing of the heart
the cooling of the skin

the coming back song
of many footfalls
the song of an ebbing
ache

this is the song of the benches
sung in the sigh of the grasses
benches set by water
benches set by trees

seats beset by swans and ducks
peed on by dogs circus
tightropes of small children
the almostbeds of fevered lovers

the brass plates dull
and the grey wood weathers
the walkers move on
to another high hill

Jan Dean

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Pig Crazy

long time back – not brother pig time -
way back mother-mother pig time
was forest………….mountain
pig knows remembers mists silences

here…. now…. noise

brought us here little easy steps
first: fence posts….. scratch as good as oaks
herd boy walks with us
step easy to the mountain then
mists…… silences……………….. step easy

one more step further from the forest
small field …………..hemmed-up grass
mean square of mud …………..piddly small pen
no mists no more ………………..less silences

now………. shed
he feed us machine
hang a hundred suns on black ropes
to warm our backs all same …..same
crazy in here
weaners crying …….sows scream

this shout in this tin space
come louder louder
tin space echo in pig’s head
crazy shouting
all this reds my eye
rolls my red eye
feet tattoo………….. noise in every muscle

he keeps away …….dare not step into the sound
that is pig
mad noise trapped in tin
growing bigger in the tin……..pig crazy ……………

crazy in the blood….. crazy in the meat
he eat the crazy
then in his brain he know
too late
no more mists
no silences

©Jan Dean

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12 away the narrow dead

12 away the narrow dead.

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