Two Poems
Paula Bohince, 20 March 2025
What are those glassine circles? Lunaria? Wafer,glissade, waft? Is to name a thing to take its Latinate and translatebackwards? Components, sheen and mother-lustre, an ideal array of pills to go down, smiling. Bluebells
like funnels, they too surrender in sleep, disclosing …An oyster changes, dreamlike in its water, female, male, back again,horde of them tonguing pearls off some...