Poem

'Blood Poetry' by Omar Musa | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Omar Musa
23 February 2016

I dip my finger in its redness –
a little wild honey for you
& a little for me,
beloved.

Each letter bears
             the unmistakable scent,
the iron perfume,
the dreams of lung,
vein & the battlefield.

At the window,
trembling,
befriending trees & cats with ... More

'Do you remember?' by Omar Musa | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Omar Musa
23 February 2016

The desert dreams of harvest,
of holy writ & rain.

The city dreams of ruin,
of upturned cars
& vine-dressed churches.

The tiger dreams of freedom,
of shaking loose the stake & chain
& racing into shadows
large enough to hold it.

But me?

I dream of you.

There was a time we collected
dolphin's teeth
&a ... More

'Teargas sunset (unfinished)' by Omar Musa | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Omar Musa
23 February 2016

I

Having narrowly escaped jetlag,
             I ate a mushroom omelette
             in Galata Square,
with wrinkled black olives
             on the side
    &nbs ... More

'The moon (unfinished)' by Omar Musa | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Omar Musa
23 February 2016

One day,
after it has died,
we will hold a vigil for the moon.

We will burn candles,
cheap mimics of its light,
& utter prayers we forgot to utter

while it still lived.
And we will say,
'Remember how it
spoke to us its bone-coloured dreams?
Remember how it gave us hope
when all else seemed savage?'

And some will say it was ... More

'Climbing' by Sarah Rice | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Sarah Rice
23 February 2016

 Life, like climbing, is best
accomplished if you don't look
down. Pressed up against the rock,

rock-face to face, one is safest.
Hands like to be busy, little nest-
builders, hunting for hand-

holds in the crevices and creases,
they work best in the dark,
by feel; creatures of tactility.

Feet too, like to work unhindered
by the he ... More

'The fear (unfinished)' by Omar Musa | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Omar Musa
23 February 2016

They said,
'be afraid.'

And the people became afraid.

I stood,
              a dwarf in a petrified forest,
              watching them dance the ancient dance —
           & ... More

'Dad' by Sarah Rice | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Sarah Rice
23 February 2016

We would sit on the wings of his knees
and see-saw our way through stories
              magical suitcases
                           Romanian folktales
      ... More

'Self-reliance' by Sarah Rice | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Sarah Rice
23 February 2016

No one is going to come and save you.
And because of this you must fold
your clothes at day's end

despite the urge to abandon them
to the backs of chairs. You must shake
the crumple of sleep from the sheet.

You must clean your teeth. Wash the teaspoons.
Fold your pyjamas too and lay the neat squares
to rest under your pillow of a morning

des ... More

States of Poetry 2016 - ACT | 'Song of gratitude' by Sarah Rice

Sarah Rice
23 February 2016

For the soft-handled horse-mane hair
of the half moon brush
The gleam of pewter, copper, glass.

For the carpet palimpsest of patterned lives
that lie layered in the deep pile – embedded
wine, coffee, blood, bread, skin, and ash.

For the possibility of preserving presence
and particularity in a photograph.

For the quiet reliability of maps that ... More

'The Saying and the Said' by Sarah Rice | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Sarah Rice
23 February 2016

Timing and manner my mum would always say
and it's true, the how and when override the what
of what's said, and the same is true of poetry.

I don't think people remember their tone when speaking –
other people's yes, but not their own. Tone, like texture, is crucial
for the feel of things – is it honey or cactus, metal or water?

And if the words ... More

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