Borrowed word

Borrowed Word” is a series of poems written using text appropriated from a range of popular media sources (classified ads, girly magazines and tabloid newspaper headlines, Twitter/Facebook, Mills & Boons novels, Readers Digest, Time/Life encyclopedias, television ads, pop songs) deconstructed and reconstructed into linguistic cultural environments.

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A profitable murder

The earth is being murdered
And no-one seems to care.

I’ve lost patience with this hypocritical world.
The suffocating stench of plastic fumes.
The facade of quality and merit,
hiding the crude cheap and careless
attitudes of the makers.

We’re taught materialism at a young age.
Brought up to be consumers.
Nothing has value if it has not the intent of profit.
Everything is wrong. Nothing matters.
Nobody cares.

My skin is flaking off.

© Bea Pierce, 1998

The wolf is dead

A thousand pigeons rose from the earth,
fragmenting and staining the sky with grey.
And she was there.

Spinning and spinning, faster and faster.
Wild was her laughter as the knife which hung from her hand
dripped it’s death upon the land.

The wolf is dead: long live the wolf!

© Bea Pierce, 1997

Sleepers

He was sitting upon a pair of red lips when first she saw him.
So large and vibrant that they made him look, somehow,
strangely insignificant
although nothing could be further from the truth.

With gunshots ricocheting in her ears
she sashayed across the room toward him
and stopped. To stare.
So rude; and yet, so bewitching was the site, she stood transfixed.

For he had eyes of ice, red ice
that could pierce straight through your soul
and skin so pale, so translucent, that blue worms were visible
crawling just beneath the skin.

It was goulish… yet he was mesmerising.
Horrifying and yet wildly attractive.
She felt a burning desire to run her tongue around his lips.
Their eyes met; her heart beat wildly in it’s cage.
He rose, slowly stretched his wings and in an instant
was gone.

© Bea Pierce, 1997