POET-IN-RESIDENCE, 1.3: Eleni Sikelianos

From the Flatmancrooked Winter 09/10 Poet-In-Residence, Eleni Sikelianos, comes selected poems, chosen by the poet from her body of work. These posts will appear every Sunday for the next ten weeks, after which a new Poet-In-Residence will be introduced and his or her work featured. This number 2 of 10. The poems featured in previous weeks can be found here: Week 1, Week 2

(from The Book of Tendons)

In the River’s cream

as if milky then

could mean anything

________Via Lactica, the road we tore out of summer

Foot-split on eden’s damp edge, limbs ghastly

& a glass of something’s water

at June’s door we could not drink it, the atmosphere

’s a wall of glass we could not open, asteroids glanced

off the eye-corners, there was grass

for a shrapnel bed

in the magnum amnesia

Lay me down, L(ord), my little

boat-gun gone dim

The Book of Tendons, Post-Apollo Press, 1997.