kate davies
a cuma
What kind of hope can be measured
By my losses (cut) from their stand? I:
Am time. Awake. Waiting. Corpse.
Clutched in hand.
The habit of the apologist.
The habit of the apologist.
The habit of the apologist.
A Cuma
bird watching
Low is the hum of this body to whom I currently reside
as though night still breathes upon her mighty dead
Tell me when you can hear it...
The lead of my lungs trying to rewrite the act
of taking a life without
losing myself, much to the dismay
of the dunnocks
feverfew
Wherefore hast thou taken me…
To dream as clouds doth bloom
matters not my burning desire
be untamed -as far from truth
(sobeit an iris dressed of feverfew)
as much - a perry drunk sylph
doth dance behind mine eyes
Kate Davies is a British poet whose work often meanders between the fragmented, the fluid and well, sometimes it's just a bit weird! She has previously had her work published in Steel Jackdaw, a local British art and literary magazine.