Mary Bosworth : Writing

 five bits of wonder on each foot

five bits of wonder on each foot

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


on the island of innocence there is a tree which bears the fruit of children’s toes five bits of wonder on each footthere are brown toes with hi..
Cathedral At Sunset

Cathedral At Sunset

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


The darkness grinned having seenthe sun’s farewell glideto hide behind Cathedral’s dome.There it sets its glow.Gone are the motes of dust...
Grandmother

Grandmother

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


in life i oftenrun in circlesforgettingto sit with herto hold her hand(in silence)on the wayto the hospitalin pain againi wonderwhat more can they do(..
Call Us Women

Call Us Women

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


All you men...What lies in your fists? In your eyes, Tongue, & Mind? Your packs of godsOffer drops of life, & we womenCarry it, Bake it& e..
don't box me in the confines of your squared edges

don't box me in the confines of your squared edges

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


don't box me inthe confines ofyour squared edgestoo sharpto suit my curvingmoralitydon't you knowcomplacencyis a bondage?made smallby comfortmy mongre..
I Leave Imprints On Your Heart

I Leave Imprints On Your Heart

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


Hearts don't fadeimpressions hiding , maybe.Left to the windover and underwonders nevercease to amazethe Heartthe MindNo matter whatinflammatory as I ..
Street Lamp

Street Lamp

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


Voices coagulating into agreementand silences darkening into oblivionas closing pubs vomit their crowdsinto dimly lit streets -tired journeys breaking..
my hands are getting old

my hands are getting old

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


my hands are getting oldevery vein now proudly stands to attentionas if I were a junkiefilling themwith livingthey appear a little roughlike i never l..
Catalogue

Catalogue

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


My daughter's smileIs twelve hours distantBut homeIs as close as the doors of sleep.My son's aggressionis five hours awayBut home is always filled wit..
One Race of Night In a Single Bed

One Race of Night In a Single Bed

A Poem by Mary Bosworth


Delirium's downpour Swamps the tides of evening. Gin sets lips to champagne. Night sweats; pearls of sweat Squat in armpit and crotch. Breathing labou..