Claire Walker





Lips part and we see the dark

whole of your mouth, empty

and ivory framed.

Vacant-sign eyes , cogs lie static

behind your sugar skull.

Yet we try like children

on a pier, to hook a prize

with our claws.


Stripping flesh from your bones

we pin it to ourselves, sew

your nerves to our sleeves.

Hunt your scent then mask

our bodies with it.



Claire Walker‘s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in various print and online publications including Ink Sweat and Tears, Hearing Voices, Kumquat Poetry and Emerge Literary Journal.  In June 2013 she won third place in the 2013/2014 Worcestershire Poet Laureate Competition.

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