We're lucky enough to have Amy Key read for us at our next event on the 16th of March at the Lock Tavern. She's been published under the Tall Lighthouse pilot series, which has basically showcased A LOT of brilliant poets since it started. She's been published in Magma, South Bank Poetry, Smiths Knoll, Rising and the Penned in the Margins anthology City State: The New London Poetry.
Also, she runs The Shuffle poetry night with Gale Burns and Jacqueline Saphra on the last Saturday of each month at the Poetry Cafe, Covent Garden, and it's brill, so let's all go together soon.
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Flirtatious State Seen Through A Hangover
The cherries were to be eaten in a cornfield at dusk.
I plump up the pillows and wallow with tonics;
waste days tongue-tying stalks into knots.
He is gymkhana, rosette and novel, but what can he give
save for daydream and stutter? He may dally sweet
in my eyes, but I know in my lips he could not dare
to kiss me.
Wanting feels like too little caviar
for breakfast. I court delusion with inventions
of frisson, e.g. late-night, suggestive, elaborate emails.
Inventive delusion of knee-shifts and come-on,
meet restorative water, go home now by taxi.
Resist the urge to foresee your first child. Even
when his eyes check in your eyes, his reflection.
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