Marked (Jane Frank)

Posted on March 2, 2016 by in Heightened Talk

FullSizeRenderAt the festival

I saw Bukowski’s bluebird tattooed

on a shapely leg,

YAWP on an inner wrist.

I’m sure it’s important to know

we must write so as not to be dead

even if it takes a mirror,

and that Ithaca has not been a deception.

I admire this inked up conviction

despite being a blank canvas

with no personal anchors

to display beneath a capped sleeve.

Yet where I am now

the sun is stencilling the sea in gold,

painting my feet,

the tide pulling at the river mouth.

The sea has bruised me

as if I’d never left

and those marks don’t wash off.

 

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Jane Frank lives and writes in Brisbane. Her poems have appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Westerly, Writ, Communion, Snorkel, London Grip, Yellow Chair Review, Antiphon and elsewhere. She teaches in Humanities at Griffith University.

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