Two Poems by Chris Emslie
The lunar landscape is no place for these feelings
The planet is sending out two unmanned craft
to determine what you did to me
I am requesting a copy
of their findings
which I would send to you
if I had your address
or any stamps
I was still in the bed
when you were drawn across it
like a soiled dress shirt
I had been there so long
my thickness was the same as the sheets
For a long time you were in the window
a bent shoulder or the solar system
or both
replacing me in the cratered mattress
easy as a turned spoon of sugar
a water-balloon to the face
the swagger of cement
The planet released its telemetry this morning
Apparently you can be seen in my face
because that’s where you’ve been hiding
in my eyes and my chin
in my hands
that are still sculpting you
Vardøger[1]
Little shadow sitting up
in bed, in light by the fire
that should be flattering
but isn’t. I have in my hand
nothing for you, go back
where the wall stained with light
meets the window. That’s
what we agreed many times, swore
upon, the day you crawled
out of my lungs because you wanted
to comfort that old woman.
She was weeping such ancient tracts,
like rivers must weep. Her
fleece was blotted darker than soil
with all that water, and all
my words dried up in my throat
at once. In their place, you
coughed yourself hands over knees
into living, lingered where
my silence could pause, and then
do nothing. You returned
plump with grief, feet tucked in
and picking at my days:
the dread of snow on the branches
and cancelled trains, the
sun plucked off like feathers from
my skin and the footprint
between the trees— the great bird
howling out long nights
chasing a shadow that’s chasing me
[1] In Norse mythology, the vardøger is a spirit double whose appearance precedes a living person, resulting in witnesses believing they’ve seen or heard the person before he or she actually arrives.
[…] Two of my poems can now be found in issue eight of Specter magazine. They are about pretending to be the moon and having lots of feelings, and about Norse ghost-doubles and having lots of feelings. […]