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Saturday, 10 November 2012

Jo McCormick - poem

A short poem ARROW by my friend the artist Joanna McCormick. Jo has started to write recently and is experimenting with style and mood - I think it it is a natural thing for her to do in association with her visual and performance art.


I felt I'd been struck

By a thousand years' arrow

I felt that our field

Was my home

Your silver Matador horns

Gored me

A brush

A sliver

A trickle

Of wet black

Oil rinsing past my slick





I felt that our field

Was my home

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