Scarlett
by and published in Edition One of Pomegranate
I watch her for a moment:
She is unconventionally pale
face tired from love’s clutch
smelling of mint tea and lemons.
It is nearly summer now, grass-snakes
and French breasts
Creamy skin and softened thread.
Her hair is a meadow of trust.
Spiderlike phonecalls and inky letters
Mayday luck parade—
Sunshine brings her freckles out and
Games
of love
and lust
are played.
Harriet Moore
Harriet Moore has been published by Magma and Pomegranate, and she also recorded with Poetcasting for the Pomegranate audio issue. She is a second year at UCL studying English Literature and is President of the UCL Young Writers Society, which is a lot of hard work but means she gets to have open mic nights in her basement in Mile End and drink red wine on the Union’s budget.