Emma McKervey

Bear

Emma McKervey

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The skin cools where exhalation skims,

where non-retractable claws take their heavy rest.

There is wonder at the puckering of flesh,

indented by such casual weight beneath lethargic barb.

How long to let them lay there without check;

if the solid steady force of forgetting punctures eventually the skin,

the sleek accidental slide of razor tip into epidermis

pillows with sudden beaded cadmium of blood

would this stare still be transfixed at the spilling

of humour collecting in puddles of escape –

the small chill of dying kisses stained sticky red by fading pulse?

A trail of lovers’ names gather on the tongue

each waiting for their summons – let them wait in silence-

let the names remain uncalled,

watch the press of those sleeping paws, that mouth,

that warm and somnolent breath take ease against your chest.


Emma McKervey


Emma McKervey's work has recently been published in The Galway Review, The Incubator and Abridged, as well as being included in a range of other magazines and anthologies.

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