Tentaculum Sonnets by Sarah Burgoyne

IV.

moonloose death across a branch sleeveless 

cloak or cape my night bird as  

something that conceals o mantle of darkness 

portion me 

milesthick i haven’t circulated crust 

or core the bird nor its wounds its six, eight,  

nine or seven, where i want to end 

up o outgrowth the body walls 

somewhere between these sounds 

that line the inner 

surface of my day i’m too amazed 

(a chemical, a hood, a solitude) too amazed 

by these 

these valves in my shell 

 

V.

i’m the hung-under spider the raisin in the bread 

i happen to be it, tonight unsunk eye 

gaslit i’m reachable, missing my country (dress me 

in this) i drink what i drink rank seventh at your door, 

foot 

still caught in it antarctic at least 

the fly sill is fresher a slung hell, it 

is my surprise and accident dissension is your face 

its to-and-fro my garden side unripe 

block of sky choosing my face mine 

vortex vs swerve? no, not.  

at all.  

a pressing’s a landed hammer 

somewhere 

belonging to me an understanding not to 

enter aphasia (anatomically) i differ 

(in tagmata) i send this lack of action 

to you, unpenned my spinneret, my 

sweet afraid 

my s. this is your sign 

 

VIII. 

for P.C. 

 

a blush of rabbits mantle the field i set 

my web for your judder, as blush over your face 

spread one wing then the other both 

broken by the body to flush, blush my legs 

covered in a coating, a long rind its pith 

here my soul this dish of violent foam 

a coating you blush my ears with your (       ) 

and i shun the sun (for once) break its yolk 

and eat it 

to rehabilitate the time like a spider 

i must molt my reach (must) texture safety 

(must) shed sung grammar to hide beneath 

the tree right-side-down i shed 

to make something of counting routinely cast 

i unnumber you 

 

old electric, love (       ) 

we incarcerate you 

in the vine, slung our entire exoskeleton 

slung & slung over 

 

now 

 

 

the cord which holds the light, the current.

 

Sarah Burgoyne is an experimental poet. Her first collection Saint Twin (Mansfield, 2016) was a finalist for the A.M. Klein Prize in Poetry (2016), awarded a prize from l’Académie de la vie littéraire (2017), and shortlisted for a Canadian ReLit Award. Other works have appeared in journals across Canada and the U.S., have been featured in scores by American composer J.P. Merz and have appeared with or alongside the visual art of Suzanna Barlow, Jamie Macaulay and Joani Tremblay. She currently lives and writes in Montreal.

 

 

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