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Flourishing and Entanglement: Two Poems.

Co-editor Molly's fragments of poetry drawn from a working collection titled, ‘The Art of Entropy’.

Flourishing 

Pale in moonlight you walked,

seeking not me and not you,

but something I could never conceive.

It was always inside, always alive.

Past clocktowers you haunted

wishing something akin to chance to occur.

But you dreamed too vividly.

The wish fades yet still you linger.

Now she appears, perched on a piece of glass

and I gaze upon that something you long ago searched for.

Pale in moonlight I stumbled,

seeking what you had found and not found.

But it was something I could never find, and never conceive.

Head with Insect (1935), Catherine Yarrow. Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art.


Entanglement 

And I cracked. Brittle bones

on cold hard floors not waiting

for you to piece me back.

Voids filled with absence.

You swam. Deepest red,

in my pool of selfhood.

And I buried myself

to hurt more, to hurt less.

But you come from under me,

holding yourself grand.

I shrink. I have become like the terrified rabbit

you wanted as a pet,

yet I claw. I bite.

You let go

just as I let go;

a reciprocal entanglement.


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Background collage: Ailsa Sutcliffe.