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POPE JOAN AT FIFTEEN, DREAMING ON THE BOG, ASCENDS TO ANGELHOOD

Joan salted their stone kneecaps

bathed a secret in the simmer
of a reckless young head
& brocaded shoulders

 

a set of wings astride that back
birding here
at the world’s pinnacle

 

above the glory of flight
visioned a swooping
over pitches made rectangles
crosses chapels fountains

 

sputtering into a field
blue in forget-me-nots
where villagers suckle lollipops
croesus up the horizon

ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR

is a writer from South London who delights in queer mythmaking. They won BBC Proms Young Poet, were shortlisted for Young People’s Laureate for London & came 3rd in Cúirt New Writing Prize for Poetry. They have words in: The Big Issue, Token Magazine, Tentacular, MAGMA, Time Out, The Log Books Podcast & Bedtime Stories for the End of the World.

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