Tag Archives: Dominic Cuthbert

At The Water’s Edge

Rusted metal features Push orange water to the surface, Lily pads and leaves Continue on ripples Through the earth beyond. A woman watches Scratching her arm, it bleeds, She loses the skin Beneath her nails, Her body scattered across the … Continue reading

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Tasseography

What I see in tea leaves Does not concern me, For I have no belief In blind faith. I conceive my own future, unwritten, Though the pictures are intrusive In shape. I pour on water To distort the image And … Continue reading

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Citrus

With a slice Of lemon meringue pie, Dusted in icing sugar Like the snows of Christmas in Lapland, And an Americano discolouring The cup and napkins gathered, I kill myself, At least in my mind I do. The peaks upon … Continue reading

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