A Suite: 2 Poems, 3 Visual Poems – Louise Mather

Prophecy in the tilt of a womb

Stars a pendulum on the shore
                             deep blue bodies or waves
           cosmos every time        I almost
                                      requiem        for myth
     prophecy in the tilt of a womb
                             synchronicity in blood
                                                     all our atoms
spilt through the woods
                                        howling cavern
      show me the lanterns
                                        on your tongue
you only came back once          in all these
       allusions                      hands gripped
to constellations                echoes
                   amulet studded
                                                 to the throat

Falling with Thanatos

Already, you have saved me many times.

Hold me down to the sun – where I echo
with death.

Without knowing, you cup my chin in your

This time my blood is on them, pale coral
smudged to skin.

You are telling me all the good in the world,
how to place my heart

or you’re pouring the bad into me –
or yourself. One of us is winning,
becoming free.

Hooked into the ether, the moon knows
nothing. I am done with it. I lie. You don’t
run. Judgement is for the underworld.

When I scream you don’t tell me to stop.
You take me out to the woods to devour
my tears or set me on fire, whatever I ask.
You talk to me, as if we were human.

We have barely killed each other once.

You only hurt me that night when the snow
wouldn’t fall through the darkness
and nothing could sleep.

The rest I make up, as if taken from you,
or dug out of a core we both knew never
to touch.

Synchronicity Trial

Full scale drawing of a brass-metal black window ornate, gothic, atop a blue watercolour wash with black, yellow and gold washes- traces.  Composed on a yellow file folder against a hint of particle board by Louise Mather (c) 2022.

Paradox & Origin

A purple black drawing centrifugal spinning compass with triangle arms -- lots of gestural squiggles all around the psychic figure to give the sense of motion and chaos of matter. (c) Louise Mather 2022.

Apocalypse in Cobalt

Drawing with handwritten text difficult to decipher, so becomes an element -- Roundish sun with a sardonic face centre of drawing, a blue swirl to the side of it, aboe the moon dark yellow circle wiht dark blue around it and wash of yellow, blue, interspersed against the yellow throughout vertical motion --sense of movement, cosmos, flurry -- an accompaniment to the piece above. (c) 2022, Louise Mather.

Louise Mather is a writer from Northern England and founding editor of Acropolis Journal. A finalist in the Streetcake Poetry Prize and nominated Best of the Net 2021, her work is published in various print and online literary journals. Her debut pamphlet ‘The Dredging of Rituals’ is out with Alien Buddha Press, 2021. She writes about ancestry, rituals, endometriosis, fatigue and mental health. Twitter @lm2020uk  Website: www.louisematheruk.wixsite.com/louisemather 

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