This cento poem celebrates the work featured in the Spring edition of The Poetry Review.
To lose her in every clot of blossom
creates an everywhere of celery
London pauses for the copper coils;
transcribed for you—swallowed
by the end
Filthy food makes the horse
love empty churches between
the red wind
The midwife is a moth
—not yet born.
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[Cento Sources: Goodmayes, Sainsburys car park by Helen Quah, Early Light by Charles Simic, Watermelon Man by John McCullough, Reasons why I’ve stopped holding hands by Shannon Smith-Meekings, the horse could die by Emma Jeremy, Oluwaseun Olayiwola’s Devastation Mixtape by Oluwaseun Olayiwola, On Bernadette Mayer: A Celebration by Helen Charman, Oyster/Spoon and Shallot Vinegar by Richard Scott, all day I dwell on it by Matthew Haigh.]
Courtenay's Corner 