Poem

States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'Just leave your mark here' by Kerry Reed-Gilbert

Kerry Reed-Gilbert

Just leave your mark here

I won’t do you no wrong
I’m a man that you can trust
I’m not like the others
I’m a honourable man

Some people say
there’s no honour among thieves
but let me tell you straight
We, guberment men,
sent by the King we steal their land
by one stroke of the mighty pen.
But don’t tell anybody that.

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States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'Before the Storm' by John Foulcher

John Foulcher

Before the Storm

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John Foulcher

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States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'submergence' by Melinda Smith

Melinda Smith

submergence

I was all angle once
sharp and schist-like
a spiked rock dragon-back
arching into air

too late you learn    the long
wash of days    given grist enough
finds your fissures
chafes them    wide

these days   knowing    I wade
in a rising tide    of blo ... More

States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'Holly and Will' by John Foulcher

John Foulcher

Holly and Will

1972

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John Foulcher

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States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'The Undiscovered Country' by Melinda Smith

Melinda Smith

The Undiscovered Country

When an exasperated soul
tears itself from its own body
Minos condemns it to the seventh abyss.
It falls into the forest, lands nowhere special -
wherever Fortune casts it, and there
it germinates, like a dropped grain of spelt.
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The leaves here are not green, ... More

States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'Mark, Pauline and me' by John Foulcher

John Foulcher

Mark, Pauline and Me

1970

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John Foulcher

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States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'Paris Evening' by John Foulcher

John Foulcher

Paris Evening

13 November 2015

It is Friday, around five. He is
strolling on the rue Voltaire, flâneur
for the young century. The afternoon is crumbling,

the trees are shutting down for winter,
leaves pirouetting to the street
and cracking like small bones beneath his feet.

All around him, the streetlights are coming on,
can ... More

States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'The Poetry Exam' by John Foulcher

John Foulcher

The Poetry Exam

The hall begins to fill. The students sit.
She sets her papers neatly on the desk
and rolls the lines around her mouth, flits
from word to word, moves her lips. The rest

is left to memory. The tests are stacked
for passing out on perfect, icy lines
of tables set in single file, tables packed
away when half-right answers whine

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States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'In Place of a Bio' by Isi Unikowski

Isi Unikowski

In Place of a Bio

Can we not take all these prizes as given?
The awards, fellowships and accolades
that greeted an awaited first book, the driven
milestones of a talent in spades?
Must everyone describe the same lookouts
from Parnassus’ slopes, Calliope’s redoubts?

When all are gods, let the lame smith stand forth:
just for once, couldn’t th ... More

States of Poetry 2017 - ACT | 'Still life' by Isi Unikowski

Isi Unikowski

Still Life

As if all the world’s ravel, its bright course
of device were to stream through a pinhole in the side
of a box and emerge into a corridor of Delft tiles
on which tiny figures from childhood or a dream semaphore
at my self-portrait, ghostly pentimento in its dun
vestments, and the servant drying linen in the dunes;
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