Monday, 5 September 2016

A poem by Lindsey Talbott

'Worn'


Sea blue dress
breathing water
gulls call
and fingers tauten in the sand

Buried at the back of the wardrobe
still breathing faintly
she touches the unreachable blue
and curls in on herself like a shell

Letting go
she catches a glimpse
in the mirror
and turns to look herself in the face

Sunlight running through air
weeping

Familiar red-brown hair
the first tints of winter as
ice creaks and shifts
in a far-off land

cut and coiled
in a shoe box under her bed

Her body knows
and leaves the sea blue
hanging





'Lindsey writes poems sitting under trees on occasional small time islands in the flow of her life as a talking therapist, co- steward of a small woodland project, in the dance and her spiritual practice. She is drawn to the dance of bodies and in the natural world, more than the dance of words – and she writes and reads poetry and prose along the way, as she has from childhood. Poems in particular are a form of process overflow – she talks in poems when there is no-one around to share with.'

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