This poem is taken from Stand 222, 17(2) May - June 2019.

Beatrice Teissier Four Poems
Time travel

‘You must have
a headscarf with beads,
not this one,

this is for the old.’
And he handed me one,
and she was with me,

the girl from the side
of the tell,
half a skull

and bones jumbled
from spades, old
and new,

and in the grey
soil, running
from us, a mass

of beads,
we sieved, resieved,

hundreds: lapis, gold,
bone, crystal,
and she was with me,

the girl once wrapped
and flickering
five thousand years.

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