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In this raw and honest poem Suzanne Edgar captures that moment when reality walks all over the assumed image of the imagined-self.

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GONE MISSING

Suzanne Edgar

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I was at a noisy partymirror

in a laughing, drinking crowd

telling anecdotes galore

mixed up with hissy gossip

and frequent risqué jokes.

When I did a mirror check,

I received a frightful shock.

Someone had taken my face!

I’d come there brushed and sleek

with lips of deepest pink,

my shining auburn hair

framed eyes like summer pools.

The effect was rather youthful,

I’d supposed when I arrived.

This was not the face

that met me in the glass.

Where had my image gone?

The cheeks I saw were red,

the bloodshot eyes were smudged

and my hair had lost its sheen.

I looked about in panic,

there was no one else in view,

could it have been borrowed

or taken by mistake?

That face I liked to wear

has never been returned.

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Suzanne Edgar’s book The Painted Lady is available @se-book3
the bookshop of the National Library of Aust and the
Paperchain Bookstore 34 Franklin St Manuka ACT.

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Here is a sonnet, Corteo D’Amore,  by award winning Canberra poet, Suzanne Edgar, that appeared in Panorama, Saturday, 10 Mar 2012, The Canberra Times.

The poem was written to accompany the picture in the National Gallery.

This sonnet is married to the picture.

It could not exist without it, yet the picture comes to life because of it.

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Suzanne Edgar’s book The Painted Lady is available @
the bookshop of the National Library of Aust and the
Paperchain Bookstore 34 Franklin St Manuka ACT.

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This poem by Suzanne Edgar speaks with brutal honesty about the dust-bowl dimensions of the inner lives of many from previous generations in Australia. Life was tough. They survived. But often at a great cost. This poem stands in stark contrast to the overt sexuality of the painted lady whose seductive picture appears on the cover of Suzanne’s book of the same name. 

I want no more

children, Walter,

my grandmother said

after her third was born.

And he never

touched me again

my dear,

from that day to this.

Thirty years without touching.

Not even looking.

Featherbed and flannelette,

living by the rules

of the Rotary wheel.farm wife roots66ny

Mysterious times of silence

in the small, dank bathroom

behind a locked door.

His daughters were seen

but not heard by Walter McVey    

who dried on the vine

like the muscatel grapes

he grew but never ate.

And Grandma laughed,

My dear, she said,

I never gave it a thought.

Suzanne Edgar


 

 

 

 

Suzanne Edgar’s most recent book is The Painted Lady available now in:SE book
 the bookshop of the National Library of Aust
the bookshop of the National Gallery of Aust
Paperchain Bookstore 34 Franklin St Manuka ACT,#mce_temp_url#, 02 62956723; 
from the publisher, Ginninderra Press 79B Lipson St Pt Adelaide SA 5015

 

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This poem by award winning ACT poet, Suzanne Edgar, uses a razor-edged scalpel to cut through that  robust, jolly-hockey sticks mask of confidence we so often wear when our own mortality is threatened. Like the Greek muse Clotho who spun the thread of life from distaff onto her spindle, this poet  spins the raw thread of fear into something beautiful.

I’ve got the biopsy blues

from rather gruesome news:

feels like a punch in the gut,

they say my throat’s to be cut.

A man with a steady handscalpel

will snip off a little gland

in the shape of a butterfly ‑

both the wings must die.

He’d better not nick a chip

off neck, or cheek, or lip.

After my throat’s sewn up

and I have woken up

in the coldly clinical world

of an alien hospital ward,

will I still be a similar me

or less like I used to be?

Still feel a dizzying swing

as my mood lifts off with a zing?

Hope I can sing soprano

not drop to a throaty alto,

if I can even speak.

I bet I’ll look a freak.

That surgeon’s pretty cool,b & w butterfly

they reckon he’s nobody’s fool

so I shouldn’t think this way.

He operates twice a day,

it’s how he pays his way

to reside in Double Bay.

When a butterfly has to die

 

 

it never wonders why.        

 

 

Suzanne Edgar

Suzanne Edgar’s most recent book is The Painted Lady available now in:
 the bookshop of the National Library of Aust
the bookshop of the National Gallery of Aust
Paperchain Bookstore 34 Franklin St Manuka ACT,#mce_temp_url#, 02 62956723; 
from the publisher, Ginninderra Press 79B Lipson St Pt Adelaide SA 5015

Butterfly Clip Art : DJamesm #mce_temp_url#

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 I wonder where the poetry went.se-book3

Our lives are full of noise and news,

there’s always another current event

with red-faced men pounding their views

 

but poems turn up in the quiet of night:

they’ll soothe you softly when taken alone,

when rhyme and rhythm fit snug and tight

and you’re out of reach of the yabbering phone.

 

by Suzanne Edgar

 

Suzanne Edgar’s most recent book is The Painted Lady available now in:
 the bookshop of the National Library of Aust
the bookshop of the National Gallery of Aust
Paperchain Bookstore 34 Franklin St Manuka ACT, info@paperchainbookstore.com.au, 02 62956723; 
from the publisher, Ginninderra Press 79B Lipson St Pt Adelaide SA 5015

 

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