Photo: Kelly Sikkema/Unsplash
Photo: Kelly Sikkema/Unsplash

BooksOctober 30, 2020

The Friday Poem: Sentries by Lily Holloway

Photo: Kelly Sikkema/Unsplash
Photo: Kelly Sikkema/Unsplash

A new poem from Auckland poet Lily Holloway.

Sentries

I’m frantically chasing my mother who weaves in and out of the aisles throwing down craft supplies. I trip over scissors and quick unpicks

not seeing her face, only clean ponytail and collar poking out over plum cardigan. We run between shelves of antique vases but lose contact with the linoleum

and float out. In this world we drive couches like cars. I’m picking one up from the junkyard with a blue shag cushion for reference. Bumper stickers are glinting

while the couches lie gridlike. We scramble through the driver seats running fingers through the upholstery. In the winter gardens there are fish tanks

nestled between succulents. One has a tangle of thin eels within it. Boys tap on the home of a solitary neon tetra until it shatters. I hold the fragments together

and try to keep the fish swimming in a handful of glass and water. They put me in the newspaper. I run out to catch you in the ocean, my mother

but you keep dipping under. As I look around I notice, embedded in rock formations are those white plastic fans, not rotating anymore just facing the horizon.

The Friday Poem is edited by Chris Tse. Submissions are currently closed and will open again in early 2021.

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