Cherry POP and other poems
by Louis Glazzard
[cw: sexual imagery]
Cherry Pop
New tradition pulled out of him,
in the hot shower stinging the skin.
At a premature fifteen
with a broken fingernail.
The instigator of magic –
spiders crawled out of your smell.
‘Hello Earth’ he thought,
falling outside.
Mud stuck to the palms,
just a few steps from home.
He switches narratives, a new crux
unbound by the blood stained books.
‘What a terrible and bellowing,
belly rumbling night.’
They say the first time should be…
with you writhing around on top of him,
it became a new strange stain.
Let us try and remember your name.
Modern breakup
Hard time
it was to tell
you they felt
the nail.
They have a
hard time saying
goodnight
guzzle away
drain pipe
next door
says sink into me
lose him in sleep.
Cottagin’
The heartbeat swells
to this open love letter
to the land beating
with it’s own membranes.
My feet are thick with mud
clodded so deeply
I feel I am carrying
two boulders of Sisyphus.
Thanks to the literature
I imagine in the evening
a shadowed burly
circling the hill towards
our window untoward
in the square of it
comes some smashing
wind of ice and curtain wail.
The gusts like Geia
is struggling for breath
unlike me bereft
and circling the frame.
Out of my timbered ashy mouth
comes my name.
Then through the broken window hole
comes an appendage
thicker than my hiking thigh.
I welcome the mystery of the stranger.
He comes again
and the birds
leave their branches
like fathers leaving children
the cows stall
and so do the neighbors
7.6 miles away.
The skin on their backs
(enlightened by our moaning)
turns to salt.
My ears pop
fantasies subside
and instead I find
the banality of my
humbled cottage life.
Teeth grit, this return
open and wedded
and stitched like
a metallic fire poker
pristine, unused.
Louis Glazzard (He/Him) was born and raised in Yorkshire, England and is now based in Manchester, working as a writer and poet. These poems have been featured and shared in various creative spaces across Manchester and beyond, including the BBC, Waterside Arts and London LGBTQ+ community centre. In July Louis’ poetry was published in New Critique and he headlined Virtual Verbose. Louis was published in Brag Writers in October and will also soon be published in Untilted Voices and The Waxed Lemon.
Twitter @lourowpoet
