Eris Watson

Eris Watson Poems

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I want the misty mountains.
Not like they are now,
But how
They were a year or so ago.
...

Moribund day.
Sun dies
and moon inherits the sky behind.
A plane interrupts
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Figures of flawless grey
bent against the wind.
Filled with empty
up to the brim.
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When you spoke,
there was not enough.
Your hands moved through the air
like a bird,
...

Like butterfly’s wings,
I cannot be touched.
For skin against skin
and overwhelming brush
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Look at the actor.
Spreading his arms like wings,
As if trying to fly
Over the heads of his audience,
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Friend 1: I’m lost, you know, sometimes.
Sometimes I wrap myself up in me and hide.
I fly, but inside.
And
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Eris Watson Biography

I don't normally write poems. I do it as a thought process or a way of managing things. Ordering words like numbers can help because emotions don't normally fit into boxes, but here is a zoo for them. I do write other things, often short stories and longer ones, I've had two failed attempts at novels and now i'm writing a script which is better than anything else I've written. I also write for a school newspaper. I'm writing an article about the Holocaust which i want to send somewhere big to make people listen to it.)

The Best Poem Of Eris Watson

Mist

I want the misty mountains.
Not like they are now,
But how
They were a year or so ago.
In my head,
I’m building them like a tower of cards.
I want them just as they were
In those few hours;
Use the desk lamp to make a summer’s day.
I work slowly,
Heart trembling cards trembling hands steady
Like before
And before you barge into the card metaphor
And knock it over,
It’s flawless.
For a second I am in awe.
Then it falls.

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