Tag: creative writing

painting of a woman in heated rollers pulling an amusing facial expression.

25th April 2025 12:00

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Noon: I emerge –
my bed is an archaeological dig.

I am one of those Venus relics:
womb, stuffed with maternity books,

boobs, bling-ed with suckling babies.
Doesn't matter that my face needs a filter

or my lips need syringes of filler
or my legs need a wax or a razor.

I don't care when I say, 'I'm fat.'
and you say, 'But, oh, you are pretty.'

I don't care.
Fuck your beauty ideals.



Sarah Drury, 2025
Self-portrait with heated rollers by Sarah Drury, oils on canvas

A Bluebird in 8 Ways

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A BLUEBIRD IN EIGHT WAYS
                           ~ After Wallace Stevens
 
I

A poet is a bluebird
who drizzles the sky
with indanthrene songs 

II

I am making words
out of the bluebird’s tongue,
littered on the paper 
like a rejection letter.

III

The bluebird looks at me
with its reticent eye - 
wants to sprinkle lies
in the blackbird’s ear.

IV

I have no time for cheats.
Bluebirds are full of infidelity,
wagging their sweet 
little tails at the worms.

V

I know a fine song
if it licks my heels.
I smile and my breast heaves
at the fortissimo.

VI

When the bluebird flies away
the chicks’ chasm-jaws 
snatch at a stopped watch.

VII

The snow dusts the blue wings.
Makes snow angels on the ice.
I fall, my womb a pomegranate.

VIII

I never did fit in a box.
Too big dreams for a small forest.
No blackbirds with carbon plumage.
I want diamonds. 

Copyright © Sarah Drury 2022


Wallace Stevens, (1954), 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird' from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. New York. Random House.


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