CATHY STEVENS

 

READ ME

 

Look closely at the spaces between the words
That is where meaning lies.
Open your mouth and
Speak
Speak the words that were put there
To be spoken,
Or,
Rip through the mute, intricate web
Silent canons weave.

This is where the poem comes to life.

A strange creature; if treated gently
It may be dissected and yet live.
Don’t chop and hack it into
Neatly labelling cuts of meat:
- Assonance
- Simile
- Meter
- Pace
You are not a butcher.
Explore
A surgeon, arms deep in warm flesh
Dexterously discovering your way;
Feeling,
Gently, the breath of the beast-
The ins, the outs, the speed, the strength, the beat…

What is that?

And
     Why?

 

 

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SENTINEL POETRY (ONLINE) #30, MAY 2005. ISSN 1479-425X