Poems by Gordon Meade (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 41
Unlike Stevie Smith, Ray
is neither waving nor drowning, she is
swimming. The visitors
who come to see her may think
that she enjoys being stroked, in spite of what
the signs at the edge of her
tank might say, but they would be
wrong. Why else would she have grown a line
of thorns upon her back if not
to discourage human contact?
There is something
badly wrong with Starfish.
For some reason,
she has begun
to tear herself apart; first,
limb from limb,
and then, the heart.
The questions that are needing
to be asked, are not,
does she suffer
any pain? But, how on Earth
did it all begin?
And, after it has
stopped, just how much of Starfish
will still remain?
Squid likes to think of himself
as a genuine writer instead of what
he really is, a purveyor of ink.
Squid knows lots of different authors.
They visit his establishment for varying shades
of black and blue. Squid is not ashamed
of what he has to do to make ends meet.
After all, it keeps the wheels of literature still
turning, and his family off the streets
Gordon Meade is a Scottish poet based on the coast of Fife. In the past, he has been a Creative Writing Fellow at the Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art, Writer in Residence for Dundee District Libraries, and a Royal Literary Fund Writing Fellow at the University of Dundee. He has read from his own work and given creative writing workshops throughout the United Kingdom and in Belgium, Germany and Luxembourg. His eighth collection, Les Animots: A Human Bestiary, a collaboration between himself and the visual artist, Doug Robertson, will be published in Autumn 2015 by Cultured Llama Publishing.
Image: "Orange Starfish" by Anna Bennet.