Daeth

PoetryIssue Seven
Written By Alice Kemp

it’s I now. language, body, lens.

all taken away in daeth. to tree,

to return cycle, to root consumed

from consumer. silence, no speech.

my language is now in the birds,

my body in the ground, earthy oblivion, 

my eyes see nothing, my hands feel soil.

I am not nothing I am still here

beneath life-journeys, gentle breath

of baby-cry, of life unborn beginning.

I am bridge I am between those bridges,

from daeth ruptured into daisy.

these roots are now made of me,

as air is made of me, as ash in wind

Alice Kemp

Alice Kemp is an English Literature graduate from Trevelyan College, currently studying the MA Law Conversion in London. First and foremost a poet, with inspiration ranging from Daljit Nagra to John Milton, she also writes short fiction, drama, and reviews her recent reads. She has submitted her poetry to The London Magazine and volunteers at The Pomegranate London, a literary magazine which celebrates the role of the artist, and invites you to read their amazing work via their website or Instagram (@thepomegranatelondon).

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