Published 10 February 202322 February 2023 · Poetry / Friday Poetry Poetry | Inflorescence Jo Langdon ‘So work, work, and more work’ —Wisława Szymborska History or myth—picture tulip bulbs, unburied like onions. An onion is the likeness Hepburn —in Gardens of the world— proffers in the purr & lilt of vowel, halt of consonant; annunciation that lifts ready from memory the mises-en-scène of gulped marbles—Eliza D’s triumph in rise & soar of voice, ‘I can do / without you—’ ‘Don’t speak; don’t waste my time / show me!’ An onion too is what the PM of then opens his jaw onto, mouth into brown paper skin & wet flesh: lunar glow & crunch of white, translucent in allusions to green—& this seems wasteless, at least: the peel intact & taken in. The onion hasn’t a centre to reach, stone core to touch with any tooth / knife / nail— I didn’t know, before the poems’ work, how Audrey’s voice for Eliza was dubbed, sometimes doubled; the ghost singer credited barely if at all. How from this a whole ghost chorus lifts in each point of silence & of speaking over— / Where thought holds some enjambment, wanting as desire or lack— / The poem won’t work towards cohesion, skirts by verb each point of focus. Only this resolve of wanting, present in each sense—this stretch of here & gift that reaches for & out-wards, on— Jo Langdon Jo Langdon writes fiction and poetry. She is the author of two poetry collections, Snowline (Whitmore Press, 2012) and Glass Life (Five Islands Press, 2018), and her recent fiction appears in journals including Griffith Review and Westerly. Jo lives on unceded Wadawarrung land in Geelong/Djillong. More by Jo Langdon › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 12 April 202412 April 2024 · Friday Poetry Dido Caroline Williamson Growing up not comfortable exactly, there / were deaths and silences and other difficult things, / when you talk about that history later people / are sometimes lost for words. But as you are / growing up, things happen to other people which you / observe, not fully understanding. 8 March 20248 March 2024 · Poetry POETRY Gareth Morgan as if a poem were a person, me, i get up in the morning / i buy coffee in a can, and wait / you have to keep calm, “don't get upset” / or it fucks everything up. the bosses who tell me this / are wise but stupid troopers. this is a political poem