September – Julie Hogg

567s

 

 

Curettage

two pints of water later,
in a waiting room culture,
where a touch is taboo,

unlucky for you extra shot
from an astute Barista,
a commemorative gaze

from the Princess of Wales,
an aporetic cortege with
a modern day Messiah,

he kisses the issue like
a bible, signs silver across
a Gypsy on the bridge,

she grabs hold of my wrist,
tells me how a sexy man
loves me, his initial is this

 

 

568ss

 

 

Custodia Oculorum
After ‘There is No Border Here’ by Shilpa Gupta

I tried very hard
not to look behind
the veil of a backlit bride,
at my cousins wedding, over

swollen rapeseed
fields, coir bedding,
summer tree-tops, a million
buttercup kisses and swallows

sky swimming to
a suede, split, flint harbour,
shot-blasted sea, swash smashed
servile glass of a condemned abbatoir,

unbearable conformity,
in chaste fragmented care,
disregarded in a steamy mirror,
like some grisette, communal lost

elusive privacy, how
you ran your own bath,
salted water with a tear, couldn’t
look at what had happened,  here.

 

 

569s

 

 

Central Reservation

When I first hear your voice
………….it doesn’t seem to matter that
I will never see you smile, or,
mind reeling,
sit quietly beside you
………at a poetry reading. South-bound,
…..A19, and, hypnotized
by equidistant steel all I need
……..is a slight flick of the wheel,
………….feel the rigidity against my
thigh like a tourniquet, spill guts on a stick –

…..can we waltz?
………Dissolve in a still of our breath?
Spin around like we did before in nearly death?
Here I am,
………on a verge of an obituary,
bliss and slick,
………….oh, so slick,
…………………….like gasoline.

 

 

572s

 

 

Julie’s pamphlet, Majuba Road can be purchased from Vane Women Press.

http://www.vanewomen.co.uk/press.php