Thursday, November 6, 2008

THE GREEN INTEGER REVIEW Nos. 11-16 (Frances Presley)

Frances Presley


apple a pull a tree a lina
leans her aap pull an apple an
ape sun ap rise across a cross be
tween cox and box her sunset keep
her kept such red to last such red to read

a tart start heart wood this year
the sun gone set or unripe apples
for supermarkets not my favourite
checks to come and live in caravans
pays less than factory work leaf eaters

whose apples who eats this
apple do not snow white do not
white out my reading burst let her
breathe let her choose between apple
and mirror of the apple her s/own character


foot is her fooolling falter
and halter the nymph made heifer
traced with her hoof the two letters
formed her name IO she has the gift an
alphabet a voice in figures found her father

my initials always to be found
in footpaths forget to think in feet
the farmer his monosyllabic Fergus son
accused of being footloose this is my ped
ometer the foot will always find its rhythm

not the trailing heifer but
the blind horse Bayard’s fleet
leap between one and two which
Ford traverses so slowly a measure of
verge the grass hidden hoof indecipherable

from Alphabet for Alina

Lake Near Balcombe

My my geese goose steps known partial harvester pacified endless landing strips broken off into the water I am into the water halter divides following the herd makes staged landing into the forgetfulness the protest new landings new arrivals machine combing the harvest arriving sense turning the harvest supper they do not want no idea of the harvest no connection with the lands

looking out to ducks the leading flotilla sucked out across the lake there is no harvest to be brought in except with machine and she was expected to stay and help out in the school and sitting on benches which were too hard are too hard hold hard shard of delivery cow slope slip black and white do not disturb the reflection he said do not disturb this perfect description of a duck mirrored on a perfect lake and it could be any machine any machine noise behind the trees what is left to take? There are sheep which cannot be moved even to slaughter at 7 a.m. they are used to eating grass on Romney Marsh they are not used to hay little spider descending – did I brush too hard

the hay is not used to descending descending ducks descending engine roost peacefully cannot be taken even to slaughter they have to go west we are talking of a million sheep

they are circling blue tongue brown tongue it’s midges this is global this is warming the insect busy on the page blow it off more easily

3 October 2007

Copyright ©2008 by Frances Presley

Born in Chesterfield, Derbyshire in 1952, of English and Dutch-Indonesian parents, Frances Presley spent her childhood in Derbyshire, Lincolnshire and finally in Somerset. She studied poetry for a year in the US at Franklin & Marshall College, and received her M.A. from the University of Sussex. In 1980 she moved to London to work as a librarian, later specializing in research and information for community development and women’s issues. She now works part time for the national Poetry Library. Among her books of poetry are The Sex of Art, Hula Hoop, Linocut, Automatic Cross Stitch, Paravane: New and Selected Poems 1996-2003, and Myne: new and selected poems and prose 1976-2005
, published by Shearsman.

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