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Rebecca Gethin: a poem




All that's needed

 

is a little water and oil

for whatever is in me

to yeast and massage

the flour of myself into dough.

I stretch and flatten this mixture

with my hands and sometimes

I fist it a thump. Gradually

with little blips and gulps

it begins to breathe like a creature

enlarging under my fingers

as if a something Other

materialises so that when I bake it

into firmness and give it to you

what I don't say is

It feels like you’re eating my heart.    

 


Rebecca Gethin has written five poetry publications and has been a Hawthornden Fellow and a Poetry School tutor. Messages was a winner in the first Coast to Coast to Coast pamphlet competition. Her new book Vanishings has just been published by Palewell Press. She blogs at http://rebeccagethin.wordpress.com.

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