The words you are searching are inside this book. To get more targeted content, please make full-text search by clicking here.

By Michelene Wandor.
Published by ARC publications, April 2021.

https://www.arcpublications.co.uk/books/michelene-wandor-travellers-655

Discover the best professional documents and content resources in AnyFlip Document Base.
Search
Published by Arc Publications, 2021-03-18 08:20:27

Excerpt from Travellers

By Michelene Wandor.
Published by ARC publications, April 2021.

https://www.arcpublications.co.uk/books/michelene-wandor-travellers-655

travellers

Travellers
new poems

Michelene Wandor

2021

Published by Arc Publications
Nanholme Mill, Shaw Wood Road

Todmorden OL14 6DA, UK
www.arcpublications.co.uk

Copyright in the poems © Michelene Wandor, 2021
Copyright in the present edition © Arc Publications, 2021

978 1910345 26 9

Design by Tony Ward
Printed in the UK by ImprintDigital.com

Upton Pyne, Exeter, Devon

Cover photograph © Adam Victor
by kind permission of the photographer

The right of Michelene Wandor to be identified
as the author of this work has been asserted by
her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs

and Patents Act 1988.

This book is in copyright. Subject to statutory
exception and to provision of relevant collective

licensing agreements, no reproduction of any
part of this book may take place without the

written permission of Arc Publications
and the author.

Arc Chapbook Series
Series Editor: Tony Ward

Contents

San Miniato / 7
the colour of botany / 10

brushstrokes / 13
beached / 14

the Clock of Heaven: a fugue / 16
GBS (Great British Stripling) / 19

two women / 21
gates / 29

travellers / 31
two men / 36
Sheba and Solomon / 38

Biographical Note / 41



San Miniato

a sudden buzz
a divebomb at night
my right arm
something made out of nothing

A Tuscan hillside. A monastery. I sit
alone at a round table in Miravalle, the
local restaurant. Andrea, the drama
teacher, arrives. He bows a punctilious
hello, flicks back a thick, caressing wave
of black hair over his temple, and sits at
another round table. He is an artista.

I am the poet I sit alone

overnight, my inner right arm is
angrier than a mosquito

Andrea runs the summer course. He flirts
with the young women, slippy straps on
shoulder-bare camisole tops. He wears a
black leather jacket, carries a black
leather bag. He checks his hairline
carefully each morning for signs of
flecked grey.

I am the poet I sit alone

the pharmacist tells me
I have very sweet blood
oil of lavender
sharp on the skin

7

Andrea opens doors for me, a code
rusted from centuries of chivalric
use. He calls it courtesy. I say they are
not the same thing.

that night
I talk to the mosquito bite
upper inner arm red field spreads
the mosquito cannot buzz in English

The acting exercises are like leather.
Smooth. Soft. Malleable. The cool
monastery room smells of rosemary
anchovies spring to mind. I watch.

I am the poet I applaud

bread olive oil and salt are cake
bright yellow duck egg dense omelette
hot yellow
ham and formaggio are cake
I am born into taste at my round table
white bread in olive oil
salt hits my palate
sweet and sharp
outside it rains
jasmine and eucalyptus and oleander
in the cool air my arm cools

8

The leather factories are in Ponte a Egola.
Bus, train, TV aerials. The scent of
tanning fills the air. Soft leather curls
round the nape of my neck, a soft black
leather jacket, loose and cooling. It fits as
if made for me. I buy it and it is made for
me. My leather lover.

I am an artista

mozzarella di bufala and basilica
red white and green

The end of the week. Andrea joins me at
my round table. The slippy-strap students
wave to us. Blasts of cool air from barred
windows. Outside a leaf floats, a bell, a
bird in a mirror in yellow, red and black.

you have sweet blood
whine mosquitoes in the night

I wear my new black leather jacket, my
dark hair streaked with grey. Drama and
poetry. There is a buzz in the monastery
room. Listeners look out across a green
valley streaked with houses.

the mosquitoes buzz

we are artisti

we make something out of nothing

9


Click to View FlipBook Version