Two Poems – Cheri Allcock

Here are two wonderful water-themed poems by one of the contributors to the anthology, Cheri Allcock:

La Piscine…

The pool is my palace, the pool is my place, safe place, haven place. Loved up place, love locked down place. Desert park place, the river heart place. Never mind place, muck about place. NO DIVING, NO RUNNING, NO BOMBING, NO JUMPING

No frolicking, no frolicking, no frolicking, no frolicking, no frolicking…

The Swimming Pool

UNTITLED

I can see, that quickly there have appeared a maze of walls to start at defeating us, and water barriers to keep us from the world, sheltering us in artificial cover. I give you moss, you give me moss, and we feed like peasants.  There is fencing everywhere ‘for the people’, but maybe there is shrubbery too, somewhere, greenery and fields full of food. Flood the gates! Imaginary landscapes! So far, I can only recall the concrete ships,  factories and stones that skip and stop too early at the doom of a day up too soon, in the cold, severely unhappy. But you know more than me. Can you see the aqua in my eyes? Can you see the leaves? Can you see the fishies?In conflict, in apathy, with mild traces of greenery… we say it to ourselves, daily (in meditation) ‘we must begin to live,  w e   m u s t   learn how to live.’
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On the tongue is another night of medicinal fodder, a damp awakening on a half camp, a fake rural setting, with a tormented wind swept ambition; to get up and go, to make a meal of it, to make a master of oneself.

 

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Cheri Allcock graduated with a bachelors degree in Art History & Fine Art from Goldsmiths College in London, she now lives and works in Cairo.
She says that her writing process is often quite ‘free flow’ and usually stems  from some visual stimulus which then develops and (she says) writes itself in words.  The pieces exist aurally as brief moments destined to pass. Repeating, pausing and falling they are almost always intended to be ‘said and not read’.
You can read two more of Cheri’s poems in the anthology
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