Stuart Charlesworth

Biography

 

Stuart Charlesworth was commended by Pascal Petit in the 2018 Brittle Star Competition, has an MA in Creative Writing from UEA, is a learning disabilities nurse and helps run Café Writers in Norwich. He has appeared in Butcher’s Dog, Cake, IS&T, Lighthouse, Magma, Poetry Review, Proletarian Poetry, The Rialto, Under The Radar and Strix. He has recently been working on a first collection under the mentorship of Sean O'Brien. This poem is a late edition to his collection manuscript, but has not appeared elsewhere.

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The Poem

After Emily Dickinson 

 

I plucked guilt from a swinging bough 

and ate up to the stone, 

it roughly rubbed against my tongue — 

I threw it to the ground

 

from which a crooked shrub plant grew,

as fibrous as old flax.

The canny hands of winters’ frost

wove from it — a dress.

 

I found it waiting on my hook

by the coats at school — 

I wore it underneath my skin 

so that it wouldn’t show.

 

It weighed so little, I’d forget 

that it was there at all — 

by summertime, it took offence

and burned me till I bled.

 

The teacher saw how I was ill

and sent me home to mother;

but I went to the wood — afraid 

that plant had gotten fatter

 

and found instead — a smiling wolf

atop a standing stone.

I whispered what I wore, she leapt 

aside to make some room. 

 

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