Tuesday poem: Making Starfish by Serie Barford

to the untrained eye
starfish have no front or back

but village women know better
these days they cut stencils
from discarded x-ray plates

create whole beds of starfish
on bark cloth and cotton sheets

when you cut x-rays
they utter a peculiar cry

but starfish split silently
make more of themselves
to fill up empty spaces

something the lonely could do

By Serie Barford and used with the permission of the author. Serie  was recently awarded the Seresin Landfall Residency.

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