Infelicity


Malapropos, my slow mind & mouth

play cyclamen-chlamydia-Clytemnestra

 

like a musical scale. It embarrassed you

once when I only meant flowers,

 

only then meant something

of how things turn, on & against –

 

Tender is the morning

quiet, leaves gently

 

offering their shapes open

to small hands: hello. Here, gloss & flesh

 

sudden in the glass;

waves come through sails or sky;

 

the cat turns to gull or glimpse

of fox. The maiden a crone

 

like some plain punchline. I knew this

before I ever did.

 

 

Image: Gabrielle Ludlow / flickr 

 

 

 

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.

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