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Drink by Katie Beswick



Drink


Here,

slake thirst

as ocean slakes

a pill of moon;

swallowing little

quivering discs

of moon —

as river moves

like quick skin,

green as the piebald

skin of the green frog

swallowing flies

by this old pond

near the estuary —

slow air warm

as marsh-water,

warm as oasis;

droplets sphere

quivering jungle leaf;

glossy furrows push

out this tap;

gushing life,

clear as relief —

smashing

glass/

smashing

glass.






Katie Beswick is a writer from south east London. Recent poems have appeared in Ink Sweat & Tears, Harpy Hybrid Review, English: Journal of the English Association and Orphic Review. Her debut chapbook Plumstead Pram Pushers is forthcoming from Red Ogre in summer 2024. In March 2024 her poetry installation 'Being Slaggy' was a sellout feature of Camden People's Theatre SPRINT Festival.

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