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Isabelle Kenyon

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the poet

Manchester poet and novelist Isabelle Kenyon is managing director of Fly on the Wall Press. She's had four poetry chapbooks published – most recently, Growing Pains and Potential. Isabelle has also published debut thriller, The Dark Within Them. Her poetry appears in IceFloe Press, Ink, Sweat & Tears and elsewhere.

the poems

Afternoon Tea with Self

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            We are in Ali’s café at the end of the world –

            it must be

            for I am sharing scones with myself at sixteen

            our legs gangly under table

            and much the same, 

            though one pair is wrapped in electric blue,

            and I find there is always an Ali’s café to be found

            somewhere.


            She says she is ready to understand, 

            dabbing lip-gloss curves with napkin.

            I say she never will, sorry,

            some things, people, you just pass on from, like wraiths,

            better to shrug the last five years off

            like glitter.

            She says I am lying, of course, and I smile

            for I knew she would say it

            and we finish our tea like a stubborn, married couple.

Gestures which are really
about inadequacy and
absent fathers

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                        I like you experimental

                        hair strands traversing the colour spectrum,

                        sheep-shorn at the base, wild

                        deep, like your laugh.


                        Lately, you've tamed nature to Mouse

                        for a man who requires bread pre-chewed 

                        into starch.

                        You mother-bird hop;

                        I text silent space bars of an argument

                        which is really about growing up and out

                        as two separate shoots of grass

                        one nestled in the same compost,

                        one fidgeting for further fields.

Wonder

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                        She gives him hair on his chest

                        downy like the otter, playful and familiar.


                        He gives her her lips

                        from the pit of a plum, all spring

                        and juice

                        she finds herself delicious.


                        She has found answers:

                        why his spine is sculpted just so

                        why his hands are warm bowls of milk.

Publishing credits

Afternoon Tea with Self / Gestures which are really

  about inadequacy and absent fathers: exclusive first

  publication by iamb

Wonder: Sarasvati Magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing)

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