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IOgraph

Author: 
A K Blakemore

IO spills

on desert like a spoon of cold blood

where the mighty auroch graze at her big white stain

 

IO touches

her tongue to god’s

through a priceless gauze. he likes this

 

IO of the

the abomasum and scur. the king of egypt

bathes in rosewater for her

 

IO - a portrait

by Gerhard Richter: haptic rosettes

of cardinal blue / fog in the Strait of Istanbul / horn-cooped moon

 

IO can’t concentrate

for the gadfly stings. her temperament is assumed

to be multidimensional. she has, after all, such human eyes.

 

Commissioned for National Poetry Library's Open Day 2018 on the theme of 'Odysseys'. Part of London Literature Festival.

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