Mid Summer (Mitsommer) 2005

Gedicht, Englisch, nicht veröf­fent­licht 

Dieses kurze Gedicht über das Ende der Liebe, beschreibt eine Liebes­nacht in Worten, die an die Göttin Fortuna denken lassen, aber auch an ein zu schnell verspeistes Mahl erin­nern. 

Word-fore-play – Recipe for Love

no thyme
though there was no thyme
it was mint to be
to be quite candied
in no thyme
I knew
no thyme to rue

you took my caraway
berry my sorrel
you scent the spirits
reigned on my dessert
cherry the memory
a floury dill

pump it
got a cress on you
impro­vise, jam the beet
root with me

we got curried away
a hot date
fig-uratively speaking
we made a meal of it

the chips are down
at the sauce
at the kernel
I pine for you

roll me over
suck ice
skimmed milk skin
pour pawpaw
your tears treacle
a salt on the senses

Tanya Ury, September 1995

Mid Summer

When we were done
I held your ghost
cupped in my chest
suspen­ding awareness,
before breathing out,
in case of doubt.

But it had gone to our heads
the smoky tokes
and self-centred liqueurs,
melan­choly alcohol,
exhaled in mist
its meaning twisted.

Although it had been a gene­rous repost
we had made no provi­sions for this,
losing our heads in the bed we made
lying among blan­quettes of dead meat now.

I baste your brow with crushed lips,
You brush away bits of bruised fruit.

What had been a mouthful
Med red,
and pink rosé,
like spilt ink
tells it all retrospectively:
red blood and piss gold,
a show down on shared sheets.

No mèdal­lions for our pillow talk;
grilled sentences
skewered by silence
and the rapid exch­ange of fire and fluids.

Love was game
a rare bite of breast
and horn of plenty
saving face,
baked blind,
gorged, without grace or good fortune.

What went down well
on the Sabbath
has an uncer­tain aftertaste;
common sense has desserted
on Sunday -
Monday, mourning.

Tanya Ury, November 2005

concrete – Eine Werkserie (Beinhaltet Gedichtreihen)


2006 (25.3.) Travel­cook­book, Diavor­trag von Kurz­ge­schichten mit Menü, Propeller, Fried­richs­hain, Berlin (D)

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