Tuesday, 11 September 2018

Canopy
Emily Berry


The weather was inside.

The branches trembled over the grass as if to apologise; then
they thumped and they came in.

And the trees shook everything off until they were bare and
clean. They held on to the ground with their long feet and leant
into the gale and back again.

This was their way with the wind.

They flung us down and flailed above us with their visions and 
their pale tree light.

I think they were telling us to survive. That's what a leaf feels
like anyway. We lay under their great awry display and they
tattooed us with light.

They got inside us and made us speak; I said my first word in
their language: 'canopy'.

I was crying and it felt like I was feeding. Be my mother, I said
to the trees, in the language of trees, which can't be transcribed,
and they shook their hair back, and they bent low with their
many arms, and they looked into my eyes as only trees can
look into the eyes of a person, they touched me with the rain
on their fingers till I was all droplets, till I was mist, and they said
that they would.


Sunday, 2 September 2018

Aura
Emily Berry


listen to me                         little water
I called you up        believing something
would arise                   i n me believing
I could make                     you reappear
on my way                    to the cemetery
every face was                        luminous
as if they knew            something about
the dark                               I think you
were in us all             reminding me not
to despair or if             despairing know
that we did not             lose each other
either side                    of the calamity
we fused                      you went inside
& I could not                            see you
but afterwards                    afterwards
I could see                       underwater I
could see in the dark           I could see
with my eyes closed     I could see past
the shimmer that   separates the living
and the dead I knew there was nothing
no separation                      it was just
aura the most                    remarkable
sadness &                      if only I would
keep looking                I would see you