.Liquid Mercury

Writers-Workshop is holding a workshop on concrete poetry at the moment, and since it's been quite a while now since I last entered one, I was determined to rustle up something for it.

So here we are, a visual/concrete version of .mercury.

Please go and see the full-sized deviation here. For some reason this has gone all blurry in the resizing... :|


Stock:
+ Texture from Insan-Stock
+ Photo by moi

You can read the rest of the mythology series here and here.

In The Mother Tongue

And now,
after winter’s spite left
the sun rung white,
it begins:

the stirring of survival
under sleep, where the waters
meet and fold into gold-
lipped petals; the buds of blossoms,
strung illusive as dovetails; the
malachite movement skyward –
the earth-sung pulse
of spring.


And I, too,
am crowned cornflower
blue when I speak
in the mother tongue,
grasping the wish-
bone split into seeds that
feathered plumes untie -
so that each breath, godlike,
unfurls worlds into honeyed airthat melt into the cloud-cloven sky.

* * *

I've been waiting for days for the inspiration for this to strike me, and it finally did!
My entry for devLIT's contest themed New Beginnings.
Wish me luck!

Oh, and some excellent news! You know my visual poem Vox Vitalis? Well, I placed third in the competition I entered it into, and got an honourable mention! Yay!

Vox Vitalis

my body is
made of paper; my
mind’s an open book. look -
my skin’s a palimpsest
of secrets, of
voices
etched in vellum - your words,
mine,
imprinted in tissued flesh. each phrase spells
‘m a g i c’,
conjuring me into being: like origami, i am
folded into form. see –
my mouth
is an inkwell that
spills
at the seams; my blood’s a
flood of sighs. the world
inscribes my paper bones with its whispers
(its flickers)
of life.
and thus,
i
am.

i am myth,
fact
and fiction. i am
the truth and
every lie.

i am a neverending story:
a paper bird who
trails a tail
of cursive words.

* * *

This is my entry for DLD's Anniversary Contest of which the theme was paper. This is actually a visual piece, but the file was too large to be posted here, so PLEASE go and see the 'real' version, in all its glory, here.

I learned to make origami cranes for it and everything, so I will be very upset if you don't... :)

And I have a question for everyone. Recently, I joined a new writers' group on dA that allows you to submit any lit. in your gallery to group where it will receive more critical reception. Which of my pieces (you can see them all in my dA gallery - you can also laugh at all my old drawings whilst your there!) do you think I should submit first / if at all? I would greatly appreciate your feedback!

Thursdays Are Rainy

Originally written for the Waterstone's 'What's Your Story?' competition. Needless to say, I seriously got the wrong idea of the criteria with this weird poem thing (I'm still not sure what it is).

I'm also not quite sure what the inspiration for this was. I wrote it after my first GCSE exam, and yes, it was a Thursday, and it was raining! But otherwise, it's a mystery. Poetry's never been my strong point, so I guess I was just experimenting with words...

You can see the non-compressed, non-pixelized version here.