Lisa Ardill is an Irish woman with a passion for human rights, feminism, literature, film, and neuroscience – roughly in that order! Her inspirations derive largely from authors who blur the lines between genres; Margaret Atwood, Kurt Vonnegut and Sylvia Plath are among her favourites. Her poetry strives to capture the eternal and often difficult need to understand emotions and supposedly shared experiences, the inherent human struggle with self-worth, and our tenuous links with reality.
A guide to feel-good doom
If I could ride the waves of your hair
Without being grabbed by loose tendrils
Of chestnut silk,
I would treat is as a holy passing.
And yet my mind begins to sway,
Turning into soft, sticky caramel
That catches the imperfect ridges on your skin
As I travel reluctantly between them
Until I fall down
Down into the deep valley crested by your thighs,
My eyes drawn to the roads behind me
That divide between the pearly gates and the flames of Hell,
And they are the freckles on your nose.
If I could start again
And let me in on my secrets,
I would tell my mind to work on its
Carried in her voice
Were forced to
Be fragile, residing
In a realm where
Monarchs were the
Marbled black veined brown
And cracking below the weight of suffering sounds.
You spied us as Greek maidens
From your family of Nymph wanderers,
Dominating the self-carved highway
With your bright and toxic wings;
A viceroy landing on the
Blazing stars of her bouquet,
Storied power and
Pinning Aura’s shimmering bronze to your mount.
© 2019 Lisa Ardill