Cochlea
by and published in Edition Nine of Pomegranate
To wear feathers like bricks around eyes
that squint. The lining of the dress that
adorns the lead girl, it’s a deep yellow.
Her thirteen lines of monologue
swell in my ear; they bounce off the
Cochlea spilling wax down my white neck.
I curse myself, one day I will be swallowing
her lines, they will choke me as deep cuts
send opposing sensations.
A mimic of some earlier masque, beads
of sweat snap from cheap elastic
and drip to my jaw.
Cara Brennan
Cara Brennan is 20 and studies English Literature at Newcastle University. She is originally from North Yorkshire and only wears clothes of a floral print. Her poetry has been published in The Cadaverine and The Beat as well as being commended in the Aesthetica Works competition 2009.