Issue 2: Geraldine Monk

Poppy Heads

I walk to the edge of my pond-

heavy base diameter

harsh on wayward

circumference.

I pondered the edge of my pond-

tips on my toes edging reflection

no way high soon possessive.

One hour is one.

I lope to the edge of my pond -

the bulk of my

me-body teeters

brink pressed inglenook. 

I balk at the edge of my pond –

Oh there it goes again+ 

slatters of déjà vu

un-nouns reoccurring.

I shimmy to the edge of my pond –

a short swagger on small water.

Fleckles of inner overheads. Street

cred newts pike apple eye. 

I float to the edge of my pond -

flutters bug me. Nothing is for

ever.  Floozy bye

you so long dragons fly. 

I stalk to the edge of my pond -

trembling like a leaflette. G/horn twig.

Tot fingers mince happy

stance so-so soft boned feelers.

I flitter to the edge of my pond –

yield of yutter words.  Black &

bleeding Decker strimdrop. Oh up shut.

Jumbo lump and backfin makes my crab crake.

Geraldine Monk’s latest book Ghost & Other Sonnets was published in 2008 by Salt Publishing. She is currently working on Poppy Heads. Poppy head is a term for the miniature carvings adorning the end of church pews.  It is thought to derive from the French 'poupee' meaning  doll or puppet.

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