{"id":1582,"date":"2009-02-05T13:04:00","date_gmt":"2009-02-05T13:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1582"},"modified":"2009-02-05T13:04:00","modified_gmt":"2009-02-05T13:04:00","slug":"two-new-poems-by-leah-armstead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-new-poems-by-leah-armstead\/","title":{"rendered":"Two new poems by Leah Armstead"},"content":{"rendered":"

NOT HERSELF TODAY<\/span>

Pixellated, like an analog TV<\/span>
not set up right for digital,<\/span>
she wonders at what point<\/span>
she stepped into her body,<\/span>
became part of the show.<\/span>
There was a beginning,<\/span>
but when Was it years ago,<\/span>
was it now? Like a miser she counts<\/span>
all the memories she can,<\/span>
memories never to be spent,<\/span>
just there for the counting,<\/span>
the comfort, the glow.<\/span>
It's not clear what it all adds up to.<\/span>
She's a step removed from the picture.<\/span>
She's not herself today.<\/span>

~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/span>

LADY'S SLIPPER
<\/span>
the lip of the purple orchid<\/span>
like a lady's slipper<\/span>
like Venus's slipper<\/span>
like love to try on<\/span>
to slip and slide<\/span>
across the floor<\/span>
in a hothouse moment<\/span>
of wildness<\/span>


* <\/span><\/font>Leah Armstead lives in Aberystwyth, Wales, where most days she walks by the sea.
\nShe's won writing prizes and published poems in magazines and
\nanthologies in the US and UK. She has worked as a facilitator of poetry
\nworkshops in many settings such as schools, mental health drop-ins,
\npsychiatric hospitals, and nursing homes. In addition, she researches
\nmedieval European art and literature. <\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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