eleanor j jackson
  • Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
    performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
    about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
    friend. One day, she is going to be an
    ideas curator. Which basically
    means, she will tell you
    exactly what she thinks.
    Until then, you’ll have
    to read between
    the lines.

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It’s a curse to look at things cleanly

  • July 7, 2014
  • by Eleanor Jackson
  • · living systems · now you are a poem

Call on Mary’s soul (sickly)
To know the blessing in disguise – it’s wise to
Eat your daily dead

The lucky have grass above
The unloved have the grass below
And, when it’s been raining, stuck in the tread of their shoes

Two in the morning I am one in the bed
Wondering if you were in fact
A kinder king and

I, only the peasant radical
Filled with ideas above her station
Was it so wrong to want

To be filled with so many thoughts
To laugh too loud
To look like a lesbian touching a friend

Sometimes to want a moon ceremony
Once to have suggested blood union
Sat in the bath, she urinates the stain

Yellow swirling and blooming
Almost a miracle of silence
As a tree falls into the crevice of a woman, the seam of her

Beneficent and scrofulous

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  1. Debbie Lee November 10, 2014 · Reply

    Dear Eleanor, I don’t believe I’ve witnessed the term ‘scrofulous’ in a poem since Robert Browning used it in one of his soliloquies about a monk. Love this poem so much; great imagery xxx

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