Leilanie Stewart

More of my poetry out this month in The Open Mouse….mid-June is turning out to be quite the poetry-fest! Forthcoming debut news, followed by my poet hubby’s publication yesterday and the nights staying light for longer (and warmer too)! Isn’t summer great? 🙂

The Open Mouse

New-sense

Hair
clings to a shred of scalp

After death,
it is best,
to crush the skull
into bone powder
and fertilise the plants

What a nuisance
a new-sense
of doom

For skeletons
do not keep growing;
their hair
and nails
fall to the whims
of the velvet casket

The four walls
can only contain
what was a foolish
ego
of a mynah bird
mimicking,
poorly,
a parrot
in the first place

Leilanie Stewart is one half of a writing couple – the other half is poet and writer, Joseph Robert. Her work has appeared in over 30 print and online lit mags in the UK and US. More about her writing can be found at www.leilaniestewart.wordpress.com.

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Posted by Leilanie Stewart on June 19, 2014 in Writing.

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About Leilanie Stewart

Leilanie Stewart is an award-winning author and poet from Belfast, Northern Ireland. She writes ghost and psychological horror, as well as experimental poetry. Her writing confronts the nature of self; her novels feature main characters on a dark psychological journey who have a crisis and create a new sense of identity. She began writing for publication while working as an English teacher in Japan, a career pathway that has influenced themes in her writing. Her former career as an Archaeologist has also inspired her writing and she has incorporated elements of archaeology and mythology into both her fiction and poetry. In addition to promoting her own work, Leilanie runs Bindweed Anthologies, a creative writing publication with her writer husband, Joseph Robert. Aside from publishing pursuits, Leilanie enjoys spending time with her husband and their lively literary lad, a voracious reader of sea monster books.

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Mildred W says:

July 7, 2014 at 9:34 AM

I really like your poem, “New Sense.” I could actually view a corpse in a casket; spooky. Thanks for sharing this.

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