This poem is taken from Stand 224, 17(4) December 2019 - February 2020.

Stuart Henson Three Poems
from Chroma – a sequence on colour pigments


Red bloom on the napkin.
The blade.  Polished.  Lethal as mercury.

A pomegranate.  One long incision
clean and caesarean.  So he recalls

spilt drops in foam, and the rouged
skins glowing like cheekbones.

Small town in Spain. A walled garden.
The strange seed flayed in the flyblown dust.

A boy-god’s genitals
the blooded stones.

Cybele’s crouching, sob-wracked moans.
Grand passion and its aftermath.


Still life.  Dumb paradox.
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