TESSA BERRING
Strings 1
‘dreams jangling with lost connections’
March 2024
Lemons
Ah ah ah
The poem starts
with a summer song
then catches its breath
falls silent
Don't you want
to just burst out
of your skin and?
Record Player
I hold my breath
for a week
There's a draft
beneath the door
and light
Start again, says the bandit
in the softest of voices
I shudder to the floor
One of Each
The music makes
my heart blink
I have fallen
asleep like this
A kind of pain
like burnt snow
Don't blame me
for making
your eyes beat
Lullaby
Bearable beautiful sea
Fuck the sea
said the sun fish
(just as beautiful)
rocking herself to sleep
in a sunk canoe
TESSA BERRING lives in Scotland. She is the author of two collections of poetry, Bitten Hair and Folded Purse (Blue Diode Press). Her love of writing centres around an attention to language as an elastic and emotional material – delicate and resistant, explicit and opaque.
