Mapping the campus of Loughborough University – in poetry.

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beam engine: displacement

if what you’re beginning feels like the end,
maybe it’s time to
move

                                                                  forward

 

                                         left                                                   right

 

                                                                  backward

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Water Features

I. 

I was not cold the first time I almost drowned
I was warm
I was warm
I was so warm
And the lake swallowed me in as an old friend
as I sank into her
“It’s been a long, long, long time”
“Yes”
“This is what it feels like to stop breathing”
“Yes”

II.

cartographies —
making stained glass out of paper
cutting faces and lilies into maps
three lines to show elevation
an open P-L-A-N-E for a P-L-A-I-N

a scene in fragmented miniature
the Madonna breastfeeding (one plane for the breast, two with a nipple)
a chubby conglomerate of small round segments
as she, flanked by bored lecturers
ascends to the roof of the tower
where there is not actually a helipad.
.


A Tree Does Not Lie (Probably)

hidden

at the back
hollow
shaped like
a cleft of alien skin
gossamer remains
where spiders built
their summer homes
now torn
and filling with dead leaves

                             (hand inside
                              silk line
                              tap tap
                              nothing
she is dead or sleeping)

inside

orange hedge
a plastic scrap
garbage hanging
limp over a branch
“This Pepsi contains 0 calories”
or something else draped
in flag’s colours

                              (among
                                leaves
                                one feather
                                pigeon coloured
                                memory of the bull pigeons
                                making
                                Elizabethan necks
                                now gone
                                hiding from so many trampling feet)

scattered over
soggy ground
a dotted line of white
like bones leading

                            (underneath
                              pale leaves
                             broken mushrooms
                             split down the middle
                             by a footprint

                            cover back up
                            for modesty)

above

in beak
bird carries
back to nest
a large round thing
                          (caught wandering)
a snail, maybe
forgot to stay
hidden