Sonnet

By | 1 May 2020
for Dolly


Coming home to all of most alarm, there

across the shaving edge, & back stuck in,

          be shored &

                              built back, snared

to granted joy or tensile pins.

If you are there,

                                oh there again is us,

colliding harms unite till bodies sing,

closely taut and still. Just as their stationary mind

              comes back so left among unfelt alight.

Filled my voice to courage –

newly hammered fractal

                     pheadsfgia      to surface,

                                            to running up the front

hungrily. Just play this intricate drumming

the cat-wound flat of the string

                                  banging on the paws …
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Verity Spott was born in the middle of England, lived there, moved to the south of England and stayed there. Runs Iodine Press. Also co-runs (with Chris Buckley) the Horseplay event, which takes place on the last Thursday of the month. Veich also runs occasional events: Dym, Dym X, PW4 and Kissing His Boyfriend's Eyelids. Voc ventures into music with Four Manatees, Binnsclagg, Olympus Sub, Benzo Fury, Xenoglossic Hypostases Hawk Hissed Roar, all of which can be searched for on the Internet and heard / watched. Books include Effort to No, Dear Nothing and No One In It (with Jonny Liron), Illuminate This! and the forthcoming Balconette. Poems, texts and pictures have been tastelessly pasted into publications including Materials, Hi Zero, The Claudius App, Litmus, Romulan Soup Woman, Sussex Guild of Poetry, Splinter, UnAmerican Activities, No1 Fake and Supernormal.

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