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Nursery RhymeFIRST GREY The moon’s cow boomer-
STOCK FOOTAGE A white scoop elopes
HOWL Masquerading cats
eggshellsi.m. Nancy Barnes we smoothed the blooms enclosing diaphanous cackling about this & that, we pipped we embellished the pail cousins blew we transformed faults cups fifteen years we crushed them with blue fists
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Stuart Barnes’ The Staysails (UQP, 2016) won the 2015 Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize. He is poetry editor of Tincture Journal and tweets as @StuartABarnes. Barnes writes: “‘Nursery Rhyme’ was occasioned by photographing the moon and rereading Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber. ‘eggshells’ was an exercise in rhyme and the first complete poem about my paternal grandmother; central are the eggs we collected from her and my grandfather’s henhouse.” | |||||||
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