{"id":1098,"date":"2007-11-07T18:52:00","date_gmt":"2007-11-07T18:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1098"},"modified":"2007-11-07T18:52:00","modified_gmt":"2007-11-07T18:52:00","slug":"two-new-poems-by-juliet-humphreys","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-new-poems-by-juliet-humphreys\/","title":{"rendered":"Two new poems by Juliet Humphreys"},"content":{"rendered":"

Home<\/span>


\nThis is home: you could be happy here.<\/span>

\nSpangled lights fill the hallway, a painted smile.<\/span>

\nFrom the outside it sounds like a party \u2013<\/span>

\nhigh-pitched screams, music turned up way too high.<\/span>

\nLook around you, no-one's laughing.<\/span>

\nSmoke crawls into their throats,<\/span>

\neveryone's trying not to breathe and some succeed,<\/span>

\nlie sleeping. Clamouring hands reach out to nothing;<\/span>

\nerase the lights, the colours, everything.<\/span>



Autopsy<\/span>

The boy, as he had been,<\/span>
who'd loved her first,<\/span>
lay before her sleeping,<\/span>
dreaming \u2013 she was sure \u2013<\/span>
not gone as it said.<\/span>
She wanted to hold<\/span>
his mangled heart,<\/span>
feel for signs of care,<\/span>
instead she allows a finger<\/span>
to glide over those lips<\/span>
as if to kiss them<\/span>
but there is nothing,<\/span>
no quiver,<\/span>
and it isn't the same<\/span>
so his curled fingers<\/span>
she gently eases<\/span>
between her own \u2013<\/span>
here we are<\/span>
she says to him now,<\/span>
the two of us,<\/span>
the living and the dead.<\/span>


<\/font>
\n\u2022 Juliet Humphreys say “About me: I would like to be a poet who teaches but too often it is the other way around.”<\/font>

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