Claire Marsden - Two Poems
Content Warning: allusions to violence
intruder
the moon barbarous
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its face caressing your skin -
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our lips yet to touch
A path of needles
When the path feels like one of needles,
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and the forest floor
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no longer gives you rest,
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it is then that I’ll cup your cheeks
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in my palms, and rub moonlight,
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gently,
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into your skin.
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In doing so, quietly touching
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the truth of us creatures;
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that we are love, speaking to love.
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It is our forgetting,
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that is our only undoing.
Claire Marsden enjoys writing poetry, CNF and flash fiction, and is thrilled to have been published in various journals and chapbooks. When she isn’t tramping through the West Yorkshire woods she can usually be found on twitter @occulife
Artwork: The Divine Isle (2) by Jen Martin (digital stills taken from original moving image arts)
Jen Martin is an artist from Wester Ross, based in Glasgow. Jen works in film, writing and sound. She exhibited video work at the Centre for Contemporary Art Glasgow in 2019, for the Some things want to run programme. Jen collaborates in film with artists, dancers, musicians, writers and performers. She has accrued extensive professional experience in filmmaking as an editor and colourist, film and sound tuition.