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Eve Chancellor
Kafkaesque
Imagine waking up one day and discovering
that you are a horse. At first, you might not
believe it and think you are dreaming. Gradually,
you would come to realise and go, hahaha!
Oh my god! A horse? You would look down
at this body that was not the body you went
to sleep in. All this new hair and nobody
has taught you how to shave it. Suddenly
you have difficulty getting out of bed. You try
to explain to your parents, but they won’t
put up with your whinnying. Instead, you must
get used to taking all your meals outside,
in the stables, with all the other mares who dreamt
that maybe, one day, they too could be different.
Eve Chancellor is an English Teacher in Manchester. Her poetry is featured online and in multiple anthologies, including: ‘Atrium,’ ‘Dust,’ ‘The Dawntreader’ and Ink Sweat & Tears.
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Turn the mud. Bo Peep’s head tumbles out,
wide-eyed, mouth a little open.
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Men are the color of soil
Women are sitting on the ashes
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you are the shadow slipping through the mirror
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We’re stuck on a scene, frozen, like the ice cubes I begged Mum to get with the little flowers in them. Like taking a test in the school gym but your knees are so big they’re banging into the desk.
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Afternoon hangs in the air, and the birds leave.
Frogs begin to talk to each other, and the heat congeals.
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If you could call that friend,
the special one,
the one you always love and know loves you
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Until the dead, sucked from leaf mould graves
are rising in forest sap, to make connections
inside strange green brains
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a day later you’re in l.a. picking out cars with the magic
only money can buy
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So many times I walked
head down half asleep
along that ordinary road to school