Shedding Pluto


Shedding Pluto

Earthed and berthed,
Marooned in a vast shed,
Where her presence
Is an illusion of solidity,
Lies the Pluto.

She holds the peeling sweat
Of labour, the pounding down
Of feet and ram to stamp
An artist’s mark in space,
In a now that eternally

Vanishes into memory past and becoming.
The thought renders me a’kilter,
As laid bare and broken-keeled as she.
Our skins are pulling away,
Peeling the silent ‘m’ from Mnemosyne.


Jacqui Stearn, 2014




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