Four poems from Cat Woodward’s collection Blood. Flower. Joy!, published by Knives, Forks and Spoons Press in October 2019.
Cat is reading at UEA Live on National Poetry Day, 3 October.
my kink is Socialism
and portraits of men with carnelian
listen up good now, comrade
dress sexy
see Tories
go pow pow
*
damn
these green trousers i’m in
no goblin turned heroine
Greta agrees
garish as a peony
for yielding redeeming
jump into the mountain
ass backwards and grin
*
you there, you are a druid
of terrible portent
i ought to be sick
i ought to be oysters
and lamb fat
poor pebble
i hear humble thunder
killing snow
and more hot white claptrap
*
lingers his hyacinth
picking up what i put down
enchant
someone’s little blue
husband in the hawthorn
away my grievance
with his blushing blue
frankincense
who needs her innocence?
when i die
i go to boy heaven
