Poems

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry
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A poem in which I am growing.

 

A poem in which I am a tree,

And I am both appreciated and undervalued.

 

A poem in which I fear I did not dig into the past,

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Don't be so glum,
plum.

Don't feel beaten.

You were made 
to be eaten.

But don't you know
that deep within,
beneath your juicy flesh
and flimsy skin,

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Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.
Count out three. These represent the lakes
that nestle inside countries, all the snaking 
rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.

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She had a box full of taffeta, ermine,

shoes made of petals, those of a rose.

Satin, worn thin beneath copper trees,

a deep scarlet hood on a wolfish coat.

 

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I found an autumn necklace in the hedge,

silken threads, strung with tiny beads.

Yet when I touched a strand it fell,

leaving only scattered tears.

 

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A plant called love
A plant called hate

I grew them both 
in my garden.
The plant called love was hard work.

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Furrows unfurl,
Carved by the plough – Curl, fold, fall back:
The skin peels away.

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Aren’t you cold and won’t you freeze,
With branches bare, you winter trees?
You’ve thrown away your summer shift,
Your autumn gold has come adrift.

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