Was very disappointed that I had to miss the Poetry Workshop with Alison Dunne, to go to an interview and then not get the job, especially after I found one of her poems on the Internet:
If You Don’t Want To Be In A Poem Don’t F*** A Poet
Your limbs will be verbs, your skin will be nouned.
The unbroken line from shoulder to hip
will be a sentence run beneath her lips.
The place she rests her cheek when you’re half turned
will be a stanza full of tenderness.
Your voice will mark the rhythm of the work
and how she hears your breathing in the dark
will be the drumming heartbeat of the verse.
Then she will make an animal of you
a bull maybe, a compact muscled thing
a metaphor for how you will not bend
to her or do what she wants you to do.
And then will be the sound of lines breaking.
And then will be the full stop at the end.
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