Friday, July 8, 2011

“poem” broadside #303: “to fret thy soul with crosses and with cares,” by Christine McNair



1.
interspliced – my fingers lick
dashboard drip syrup lose venue

slip diagonal beneath
stringed instruments

soft sand sucks toes
black bays my hips
tilt to the wash of it

shoe blunt with beach
my perpetual chafe of

wet


2.
fae folk require raw cherries
devilish red sticky
goblin


3.
shoulder span cool
stone sweet there’s
no ocean where there’s
no ocean no ocean
my tongue coasts


4.
beloved bellatrix
beautiful belladonna
flash fictions


5.
my heart’s root hem lonely
sweet murmur


to fret thy soul with crosses and with cares”
by Christine McNair
Produced for small press fairs Toronto + Ottawa, June 2011
above/ground press broadside #303

Christine McNair’s work has appeared in The Antigonish Review, Prairie Fire, ditchpoetry.com, CV2, the Bywords Quarterly Journal, Descant, Arc, and a few other places. She is one of the hosts of CKCU's Literary Landscapes and works as a book doctor in Ottawa. http://cartywheel.wordpress.com

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