The Notched Wing

Helen Tara Hughes – Poetry, Fiction, Film, Phantasms

Selected Poetry

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Awakening

I wake in darkness morning and remember
His collarbone
It slipped a little free of his t-shirt and winter coat and seemed to
Reach for me
and beckon-
This funny bird-bone whispering sweet nothings
from underneath his clothes,
a murmur heard below our talk,
it slipped into my dreams
to wake me where I sleep.

“hush” it said, “Press your chest to mine,
Oh matching puzzle-piece, woman-clavicle,
so I can feel our heartbeats break
our envelopes of skin
and beat in time”

This tender morsel of his body
sings still its Sirensong across the town,
and oh, his song is sweet, like water in my mouth
just held.

And I would throw my life away
for the taste of his flesh;
to answer his call I’d swim out too far,
stop moving my arms and simply give in
to the sea of his so salty kiss,
slip under the weight of water, lust, salt,
and drown in the soft brown of his skin

But he, liquid dream,
slips away with the gloom as my room
slowly comes to day -
Leaving me at sea under the white ceiling sky,
to wait for the rescue of dawn.

tara hughes, 2004

Author: smallboy

Helen Tara Hughes is a writer, producer and actor. An award-winning theatre performer, she cut her teeth in classical and new work at major theatres across Canada, including the Stratford Festival. Her first taste of documentary work – a POV radio documentary for CBC’s ‘Outfront’ – gave her the documentary bug, and in 2009 she transitioned into Producing with the feature documentary, Goodness in Rwanda. As a writer, she has been published by Backofthebook.ca, Eros Digest, and TWISI, and has a book of short stories that will be published in the fall of 2012. As a filmmaker, she creates short films based on poetic writing. She moonlights as an Asst Producer and Coordinator for documentary, factual, and independent films, and is developing a slate of her own media projects for 2013.

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