Hi Christina,
I like this a lot! I does what poems should do, surprise me. I get the
creeps with the image of Icarus - what a thing to have where she is!!!
It's so visual and yet I can't imagine anything but a poem being able to do
this. There's so many feelings pressing down onto this piece, finding their
way into what I read.
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Tea Break (working draft)
>Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 04:10:57 EST
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>It seems rather quiet so I'm posting this although I've posted too much
>recently and it's pretty awful to feel so noisy. Come on, lurkers: there
>are
>lots of you out there and we'd love to see what you're writing.
>bw
>christina
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> Tea Break
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>Find the vending machine, coins.
>Tea with milk and sugar:
>a gush of scalding liquid.
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> Wheel her through the atrium,
>past a grand piano, Icarus suspended
>on wire, into the maze of arrows:
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> Gynaecology, Oncology, phones
>that tell you to pick them up if you're lost. All the while
>she’s holding her blanket, praying out loud,
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> 'Father God, give me back my hearing,
>help me not to say the wrong thing,
>in the name of Jesus'. Wait
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> who knows how long, in the silent
>shouting room. Lift the lid. Bellow,
>'Careful dear, it's still hot!'
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> christina fletcher
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