|9.5 x 15 cm, 28 pages, 250 gsm white
Strata card cover, hand sewn with azure twist.
The illustration on the cover, fabric dye on paper, is by Louise Mac Mahon.
ISBN 1 903090 26 1
Click here to read Tom Beckett's interview with Sheila E. Murphy at the Read.me website.
Furniture, the sparkle of a hundred
Watts on glass, an engine rubbed
Into commotion where a lamp would be.
There are no insects here,
The walls remain as rough
As paths preceding pavement. All the crooks
Forgot to come, and mercy litters
Turf and tangibles. The ebb
And flow of distance slims
The merely artificial space between us,
Shaped unfamiliar as
The icing on the cake we won’t consume.
Functionality. Some of me
Finds room in corridors for
Planting thought. Some of me resembles
You, and I recite
Increasingly more tunes,
And the lyre, the soft trapeze,
In your risen eyes, a cinnamon’s
Expression letting out
The clove in food
Of our intention.
Fast-forwarded to gray sketches
With a price-earnings ratio
Up near 85. Our mood rhymes
This time with wood’s reflected
Near familiar hinges, repertoires
From nominative holdings easily
Bequeathed to resonance
Residual, romantic, plumed
With bed rest very near the upstart
Canvases that you could stretch and show or wear.