Thursday, 20 October 2016

A poem by Sarah L. Dixon

Woodland Burial


Feed nature
let scattered plaques of fat
be a platter
for fatter cats
and Natterjacks

my duodenum
would feed them
for the longest season

Feed nature
An evil force ignores
an enormous dormouse
to gnaw my jaw ajar

Feed nature
Weasels deem it feasible
That feet’ll be
a reasonable neat meat treat

Therapy failed to save her
Now starving strays savour
The flavour of her navel





Sarah L Dixon tours as The Quiet Compere. She has been published in Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Interpreter’s House, The Lake and Clear Poetry among others. Sarah’s inspiration comes from being by water and adventures with her five-year old, Frank. She is still attempting to write better poetry than Frank did aged 4! http://thequietcompere.co.uk/

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