Cold, dead and dark.


 
I sew with limited visibility, trusting that my thread will be led the old-fashioned way by the abundance of natural flame dancing before me in an old jar, long shadows flickering across the table’s surface like spiders legs and winter branches or ageing crone feet.

Icy, cold: it makes for poor physical company, channelling chills into my palms and fingers, up my arms and into my head and neck each time I let my limbs connect. Like my mother with her carefully painted face and colour-coded outfits, it’s all for show. Behind the veil, inside… it’s a different story; cold, dead and dark.

by Rebecca L. Atherton


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Rabbit Holes


 
Uncanny
how a minor deviation
expands,

the desire to find a link
check a word
confirm a phrase

s t r e t c h i n g
until it becomes a map-less journey
of useless escapades.

by Rebeca L. Atherton


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SAD / sad /


 
1. Sad: a word, a whisper, my body throwing out distant echoes from within.
2. Sad: a baby crying, a lonely heart, an abandoned daughter.
3. Sad: a despondent mind and spirit, a thing of little worth; a dull, somber colour.
4. S.A.D: a mental disorder; depressive episodes during certain times of the year.

Feelings, thoughts, emotions…
All individual, independent, truth.

Another line.
Another journey.
More fabric touched.

by Rebeca L. Atherton


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Grrr… 


 
My boyfriend is like an angry dog.

Sometimes,this is useful…

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Care Instructions


 
Store in a cool dry place
away from direct sunlight.

Once opened, keep refrigerated
and consume within two days.

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Unforeseen Obstacles


 
The person I’m meeting isn’t there;
which is quite normal, in Mallorca,
where time moves slowly,
is fluid,
has no consequence.

Standing in line at the bank,
in a shop:
you wait…
for conversations to spin out,
attention to be ministered.

by Rebecca L. Atherton


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High Alert


Pressing anxious paws against my lower arm,
she marks my skin,
3kg of stiletto feet.

Easily startled, nerves like gum,
she twitches like a bird:
permanent fight or flight.

Even asleep, she is awake
and I worry:
what does this do to her?

by Rebecca L. Atherton


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He

Inhabiting the space
between the shade and the light,
he was never truly able
to move freely.

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Inclement Weather Front

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This week, it’s been unseasonably cold.

In the mornings, the water is frozen,
the washing machine fails to function
and the flat doesn’t heat up.

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Afoot


There is a green plaster on my balcony
that wasn’t there before.

And last night there was a freak hailstorm
that earlier wasn’t predicted.

In my neighbourhood,
strange things are happening.

by Rebecca L. Atherton
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