Gallery 2 from Charms and Glitter
Heather Baron Gracie, Pale Waves (1)
The fanning centre of a maelström
of nimbed hair, she’s
the red-lidded slippage of dream
a micro-incident to keep music
from tipping tripping
between pattern and contingency
She pushes the microphone (it
must not catch her hypnagogics)
through the barrier only she can see
(an ethos of restraint)
that might trap whatever she dreams
on the other side, something that sounds
like chaos
but is the heart
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Locks whipped
round melody
flailed tight
dance-step/jump-suit
pauses – relaxed now
into arachnid crown
trailed beaded vines
down edgeless
edges of her person –
and there
by green-tipped artificial
nails
between thumb
and forefinger
this stalk this worry-stem
this charm –
eyes masked by ovals
in sassy saccades
Heather Baron Gracie, Pale Waves (2)
Beyond
the red-lidded slippage of dream,
shuttered, impermeable,
she refuses voice and pulls us, in
to her swaying. She
sees with her plugged ear
at the knife-edge of sleep
her rising choral chora.