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Perpetual Calendar
Small brass acrobat. You push with your finger,
it flips itself over and over, numbers sliding neatly down
one onto another. You’re a god, you can slow time
or speed it up. You can make it stop,
if you fix the small brass rectangle in just the right spot,
numbers halted mid-slide, days seized
until, made afraid by your own act,
you bring it all back, the rhythmic flip, the swish-click
of time sliding over itself, endless, appeased.
Under the roof
Under the roof you sleep among objects,
things for which no place has been found.
This house and you both recent arrivals, taking up space
where before there was – what? An odd, awkward
angle of land, a few months’ marriage.
This room whispers to you, tells you to open
the door to the crawlspace, where warm air drifts,
where the bones of the house seem to hum.
The space is stuffed with yellow cloud – don’t touch it,
they said, never put your weight on it.
You shut the door but the room still whispers.
There are voices on the reel-to-reel,
the big heavy silver box that sits on the floorboards.
You thread the tape, push the switch
and the voices rise, high and bright, burning
behind your closed eyes like looking too long
into the sun – hey, Mister Tambourine Man,
play a song for me. You follow them out
through a dazzling morning, drawn by what
you’ll never find and will never stop wanting.
Seafloor
(John Minton, Children by the Sea, oil on canvas, 1945)
We are far down inside the green.
We slide through the walls,
the walls slide through us.
We are shifting planes,
there is no depth to us.
The walls are alive,
they are rock-creatures, sea-stars.
We pluck the creatures from the crevices,
fasten them onto our clothes like brooches.
Sound travels fast underwater
but we don’t need it.
Our thoughts slide without resistance,
mix with the tiny chalklike bodies
that drift forever down to the paths
that wind between the broken walls.
Were we ever like you?
Yes, once, perhaps.
Don’t make us go back.
Originally from Leicester, Helen Tookey now lives in Liverpool, where she is Reader in Creative Writing at Liverpool John Moores University. She has published three collections of poetry with Carcanet Press: Missel-Child (2014), City of Departures (2019) and In the Quaker Hotel (2022). In her current writing she is attempting to explore (among other things) ideas about time and identity through time.
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