Sarah Edwards – one poem


in minor notes


Saw the infancy of the b chord when I had pillows under my spine & the doused figure with vine braids for a crown. The features years brought were mixed with the smell of vanilla bean in throat & heels, forbidden to take a step in coordinated company & walls with maps in thinning plea, unintentional & undone by a concrete flame that lighted the only allowed paper hat. Soon paws were discontinued & lids were framed in charred loudness, weakened by a blasphemy of a foot attempt to gain cardboard passages & printing spikes in buttoned florets. In the outward plight, antlers in a regular station held up a wheel & sewed the cracks in the infinite spheres so the azure can blind the weary etching & the creased bells of wailing lilies, in modest soil.



Sarah Edwards’ work is published or forthcoming in Uut Poetry, After the Pause, Sun Lit, Otoliths, Thick Jam, etc. Her tumblr is here.





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gobbet is a literary magazine dedicated to publishing the very best experimental poetry and prose. Intellectual perversity and explorations of dark themes are positively encouraged. We are only interested in work that is progressively experimental. We want to see risks, and we want to see them pay. No previously published work. Prose should not be longer than 1000 words. There are always exceptions. Send 3-5 poems. Include a short bio. Send submissions to Work will be published every 5-10 days. We also intend to publish anthologies of selected work published in gobbet. We will do our best to reply promptly. Most submissions will receive a decision within a month.
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