Zoë Skoulding

Zoë Skoulding Poems

Between the buildings
trees reach down
to languages
of soil and worms,
...

2.

the wind
tower
could be
a pack
...

The cathedral of sand is a storm
trickling through fingers, loose between roots,
or a single grit in the eye.
...

The wall is who we are and they are not and
farther in the boundaries collapse in a rush of
security as cells multiply and break through stone
translucent grit cracks the skin open to the elements
...

Our feet drag with the effort of
holding it all up. Or is this

weight the way it holds us
down? It begins with an echo,
...

all defences rise in a few straight lines
all sprung with traps
a curtain tower edging into weather
foundations in rock
the walls run with drops of green
...

as the vein runs
under fragile reconstructions
of what was holding us together
the river made of time and water
...

In the flick of an eye
the room shrinks to a double pulse
and you recognise half of everything
...

I walked in the garden
under planets and streetlights
between streetlight and
...

a wave on gut strings
changes phase at each
slam into polished stone
as skaters echo in the
...

Zoë Skoulding Biography

Zoë Skoulding (born in Bradford, 1967) has lived in north Wales since 1991. She has published four collections of poetry, most recently The Museum of Disappearing Sounds (Seren, 2013), while Remains of a Future City (Seren, 2008) was long-listed for Wales Book of the Year 2009. She also translates poetry, writes literary criticism, and was the editor of the international quarterly Poetry Wales 2008-2014. She is Senior Lecturer at Bangor University.)

The Best Poem Of Zoë Skoulding

Building Site

Between the buildings
trees reach down
to languages
of soil and worms,
leaves gloss argots of glass and steel;
woods lie down on floors
to bounce back
every word, every word
you speak
with the long
echo of your footsteps down into the mud.

In simultaneous decay and growth
this maze of streets and squares
puts down its roots,
unsettling the ground
with every new inflection, every
demolition: first the trees, then the wooden
houses, bricks, the broken concrete.
Look,
now you can see in the ruins how
buildings took hold and pushed up
through your bones, rubble, walls of earth,
this tangle of useless pipes.

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