Gaia Holmes(1973 -
THEY ATE NOTHING
All day
Except for smoke,
Desire,
The colours
Dripping
From the Sun.
Hunger
Made her fingers
Sharp and careless.
Her fevered touch
Burnt its way
Through skin
Until
It hooked itself
Around his backbone,
Until
It probed its way
Through sanctity
And brushed
Against his soul.
Then it felt
As if someone
Was walking
Across
The unpacked earth
Above his grave.
It felt as if
Someone had
Remembered him.
Gaia Holmes
Gaia Holmes©.
Published by GavaghanCommunications in Science, People & Politics ISSN:1751-598X (online).
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Gaia Holmes was born in Luddenden Foot, a small village close to the market town
of Halifax in the UK. Her first full-length collection, "Dr Graham's Celestial Bed", was published in
March 2006 by Comma Press, and she is now working on her second collection.
Holmes currently has associate lecturer status at Huddersfield University. She was
Poet in residence at Bradford Library in the UK in Autumn 2000.
Gaia has been a busker, a cleaner, and a lolly pop lady. HG |