Sharon Larkin – Media mind-meld

Media mind-meld

Swept along by memes and tropes, false narratives
of what is freedom, what is love, where true honor
lies, lies are swallowed down as tranquilizer-palliatives,
veins invaded for transfusions of a bitter humor.
Procedures seem to offer us some greater good
but no one has a notion about what is best for all.
We have blinkers on, or blinders if you will, can’t feed
on food that’s faked through plasma screens that pull
our rods and cones out of shape, blur perception
so we squint and fail to see each other eye to eye,
tuning ears to hear the news we choose to channel,
train pupils so that insight’s merely tunnelled vision.
In ignorance, we asked for bliss: illusion’s pale blue pill.
Pursuing truth, we’re free to grasp the blood-red reality.

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Sharon Larkin has been published in anthologies (Cinnamon, Eyewear, Indigo Dreams); magazines (e.g. Prole, Obsessed with Pipework, Here Comes Everyone) and e-zines (including Ink, Sweat & Tears, The Stare’s Nest and Clear Poetry). She jointly runs Cheltenham Poetry Café – Refreshed, is Chair of Cheltenham’s Arts Council and Poetry Society, runs Kickstart poetry workshops in Cheltenham and is founder/editor of the Good Dadhood on-line Poetry project. She has an MA in creative writing and a passion for Welsh language, literature and history. Website: https://sharonlarkinjones.com/

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Sharon Larkin – Pâté d’alouette

Pâté d’alouette

A teenager abroad for the first time
sits down to a little delicacy
from the sixteenth century,
the era of religious wars.

On her plate, bones of a small bird
attracted by multicoloured glass
and netted in the Gatinais,
where Jeanne d’Arc ventured out.

She learns the recipe: eight larks,
eight ounces of bloated livers
from force-fed geese, stock
from a boiled chicken, her egg.

Marinate larks in port, thyme, bay.
Next morning, rise with the lark
to prepare the day’s specialité.
Pre-heat your oven to 180 degrees.

Stir-fry the tiny organs and intestines
of your larks, crush them, incorporate
with shallots and breadcrumbs
in chicken stock. Stuff body cavities

modestly with truffled foie gras.
Make a pastry bed, bury larks
inside the stuffing. Top off with crust.
Seal. Brush with egg, bake for an hour.

Best served cold
with a little wine
green salad
and a baton.

 

 

 

Sharon Larkin has been published in anthologies, journals and ezines,

including May Day (Cinnamon), Heart Shoots and Reach (Indigo Dreams), Here Comes Everyone (Silhouette), Parenting (Mothers Milk) and Fit to Work – Poets against Atos. With a passion for Welsh language and literature, she has also translated Eisteddfod poems into English, reviewed A Life of Guto’r Glyn by E A Rees (y Lolfa) for Iota magazine and taught Welsh for Adult classes for Coleg Gwent. Sharon is chair of Cheltenham Poetry Society, running workshops, writing groups, retreats, readings and recitals throughout the year. She has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Gloucestershire. http://sharonlarkin.blogspot.co.uk

Sharon Larkin – Flesh (1 & 2)

Flesh 1

There was no stench of innards,
no accusing eye.
Belly and head had been disposed of
after the drawing, the hanging.

Now the Fleischmeister stood
cleaver in hand, smaller blades
and scalpel ranged at his side
ready to reduce the body further.

It was obvious by his speed
that he was an expert quarterer,
a serial offender.
Soon the corpse was hacked

and sliced small enough for us,
his accomplices, to stuff into bags:
rib, rump, loin, fillet,
blade, brisket, shin.

Flesh 2

In the kitchen, Irene slices bacon,
plans family-friendly menus.
Tonight she’ll render down rinds
for dripping, to fry tomorrow’s belly pork.

At the sausage factory, the thirty-five-year old
flashes his gold tooth at a new recruit,
studies the curvy teenager,
the straining poppers of her overall.

In his back room, grey-haired Stanley
leaves his young friend hanging
in cyberspace, lifts his stew-stained mac
off the hook, sets out for an eyeball.

At the corrida, a scar-cheeked matador
executes wild veronicas with scarlet cape,
lines up sword with hump on bull’s back,
looks forward to a new pair of ears.

All along the border, the warmonger
drops gutturals from scarcely open lips,
redeploys missile brigades,
anticipates an evening barbecue.

 

 

Sharon Larkin has been published in anthologies, journals and ezines,

including May Day (Cinnamon), Heart Shoots and Reach (Indigo Dreams), Here Comes Everyone (Silhouette), Parenting (Mothers Milk) and Fit to Work – Poets against Atos. With a passion for Welsh language and literature, she has also translated Eisteddfod poems into English, reviewed A Life of Guto’r Glyn by E A Rees (y Lolfa) for Iota magazine and taught Welsh for Adult classes for Coleg Gwent. Sharon is chair of Cheltenham Poetry Society, running workshops, writing groups, retreats, readings and recitals throughout the year. She has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Gloucestershire. http://sharonlarkin.blogspot.co.uk