Cherophobia
I drink carefully from life
a tiny sip at a time
bitter as grapefruit
foul as pond water
thick as yellow bean soup
hot as black coffee in Istanbul
lukewarm as the milk I forget on the table
I take
small bloody sips
gently, quietly
hold on to each one
holding my breath
in terror
even though I would like to gulp
the refreshing liquid
feel it flowing down the throat
belching loudly with the reins
running down the corners of my mouth
yell:
So, come on you bastard
Lífhræðsla
ég dreypi á
lífinu
tek ég örlitla
sopa í einu
beiska eins og
greipaldin
fúla eins og
tjarnarvatn
þykka eins og
gula sprengidagssúpu
heita eins og
svart kaffi í Istanbúl
volga eins og
mjólk sem gleymist á borði
varlega, hljóðlega
passa mig að treina þá
held niðri í mér
andanum
af skelfingu
þó mig langi
helst að teyga þá í mig
þamba hressandi vökvann
finna hann flæða niður
hálsinn
ropa svo hátt
með taumana niður
munnvikin
æpa:
Skál,
komdu þá helvítið
þitt
Ásdís Ingólfsdóttir
Is a geologist and science
teacher at Kvennaskólinn Junior College in Reykjavík, Iceland. Along with her
teaching she is finishing MA-degree in creative writing at the University of
Iceland. She has written textbooks in Natural Science and Chemistry with her
colleagues, translated non-literary texts and published prose and poems in
collections in Iceland and York, England. Her first book of poetry will be
published by Partus Press in Iceland later this year.
2 Comments
Very well written..
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
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