Sunday, April 21, 2013


Conversation Hearts

 You buy thirty candy hearts
         with visible signs of
                  you rock, be mine, call me.
  With each small disc buoyed
          in the hand, you catapult them
                  to the mouth, a tooth blast
   over sweet nothings of love. It’s
         Saturday, fifty years ago on the
                  shores of the eastern coast.
   Love is confectionery, sweet musings
          taking place on the bus,
                   in the shake of a bag.
   Not even the atmosphere of ten miles
          to a movie disturbs the party
                   in your mouth.
   You crack hug me into chalky bits,
          suck lucky lips over cloud nine,
                  chew cutie pie into spikes.
    Each heart seems a milestone in your life,
           honey breaks from moon,
                  wedding from cake.
    All you can do is roll the tongue over
           its sweet nature, remembering
                  a fractured night far off.
    Someone singing in the branches, dream
           boy on the grass, the sugary kiss
                 of real love on the mouth.








Friday, April 12, 2013

In Love with his Words

                           after Kenneth Koch’s ‘In Love with You’

Every woman loves the poet who rises
on a sunny morning, claiming his love.
So it’s a pleasure reading his words when he’s
in love with love, shouting O midnight! O midnight!

Seeing him pacing the carpet, the sun raining through
the window, you can’t help repeating phrases like
“love is a taxi” a world you enter into. He’s dressed in
a stiff white shirt. She is as beautiful as October.

Their heads are together, translating Russian. Their
eyes are bigger than love discussing the previous
night, glued to a pillow on the bed, their bodies
“a couple of ruins” like Carthage and Pompeii.

When you read stanza two, you want to walk into the
park with them, swinging arm over arm, stopping like
he does with her, feeling the penetration of eyes like
daggers, hot as the ball of sun, light as the spidery

shadows that creep across the bench. You think
of the red-tipped flame of their shared cigarette.
By the time you reach the third, the second stanza
folds into the morning like Corellas into their wings.

So it is better to leave the house, thinking of love's
dominion over her, over him, it’s physical effect.
The clouds must have been massive on that day,
love as calm as pigeons, words moving towards

the famous, the ungracious King Edward, and his
abdication. You could have cured his headache with
the power of words. The world was new, mutated,
you said. You could have given him the pill, the grey

hooded light of dawn, the electricity that night puts on
into its bright self, baskets of sweet scents, soft towels
gently lowered on the bathroom floor. Oh, and how you
were revivified, breezed with kisses, so unabdicated—.

Bounty

Bounty
Prose Poetry

The Five Lives of Ms Bennett

The Five Lives of Ms Bennett
A Family Saga

The Ozone Cafe

The Ozone Cafe
White Collar Crime

The Last Asbestos Town

The Last Asbestos Town
Available from Amazon

Evangelyne

Evangelyne
Published by Australian Poetry Centre, Melbourne

of Arc & Shadow

of Arc & Shadow
Published by Sunline Press, WA

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Helen Hagemann holds an MA in Writing from Edith Cowan University, has three poetry books: Evangelyne & Other Poems published by Australian Poetry, Melbourne (2009) and of Arc & Shadow published by Sunline Press, Perth (2013). Bounty: prose poetry is published by Oz.one Publishing in 2024. She has three novels published The Last Asbestos Town (2020), The Ozone Café (2021) and The Five Lives of Ms Bennett a result of her Masters degree at ECU (2006), is published by Oz.one Publishing (2023).

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