Flawed
the center of attention
a lethal light I orbit in the depths:
my tiny blind fishes and I.
Damaged
but we flank this Lord of the dance,
relishing his bruises,
the heady promise of his smile.
So many toys to play with,
syruped people –
box them up, take them home:
he licks his lips and their taste nauseates him.
Author: Isabelle Kenyon
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Isabelle Kenyon is a U.K. based poet and a graduate in Theatre: Writing, Directing and Performance from the University of York. Isabelle Kenyon is the author of poetry anthology, “This is not a Spectacle” and micro chapbook, “The Trees Whispered,” published by Origami Poetry Press. She is also the editor of MIND Poetry Anthology “Please Hear What I’m Not Saying” and her latest release, “Digging Holes To Another Continent,” will be published by Clare Songbirds Publishing House, New York, this May. She performs at spoken word events such as 1000 Monkeys, in Guildford, and has opened Coventry Cathedral’s Plum Line Festival. She is set to open the New Mills Arts Festival later this year. Her poems have been published in literary magazines such as “Scrittura,” “Eskimo Pie,” “Anti Heroin Chic,” “Literary Yard” and “Bewildering Stories”. Anthologies and Competition credits: The Inkyneedles anthology, the Great British Write Off, the Wirral festival of Music, Speech and Drama, Poetry Rivals and the Festival of Firsts. Third place in the Langwith Scott Award for Art and Drama and runner up in the Visit Newark Poetry Competition.
Link to social media or website: Twitter @kenyon_isabelle | www.flyonthewallpoetry.co.uk
