Monday, 19 June 2017

A poem by Jennie Farley

The Clasp

Is she human, that one?
Those brawny blokes
with inked forearms
and bruised knuckles
can’t look her in the eye,
that lass with purple hair.
She’s felled Big Mack
in two minutes flat.
No one offers her a drink.

Then he strides in, a stranger.
Gives a wink, pulls out a chair,
rolls up his sleeves. She crosses
black skull-patterned legs, offers
up her rubbed-raw elbow. He places
his thumb around her grip.

Then there’s this moment.
She meets his hard blue gaze.
She can sense his muscled arm,
she wants to lick the raised
blue vein throbbing in his neck.
Roll that wrist, pull backwards,
close in
, she tells herself.

She lets her elbow slip.

Jennie Farley is a published poet, workshop leader and teacher. Her poetry has featured in many magazines including New Welsh Review, Under the Radar, The Interpreter’s House, Prole. Her latest collection My Grandmother Skating is published by Indigo Dreams Publishing 2016. Jennie founded and runs NewBohemians@CharltonKings providing regular events of poetry, performance and music at deepspaceworks art centre. She lives in Cheltenham.

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