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Isabelle Kenyon is a northern poet and the author of This is not a Spectacle, Micro chapbook, The Trees Whispered (Origami Poetry Press) and Digging Holes To Another Continent (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, New York) and Potential (Ghost City Press).

 

She is the editor of 'Fly on the Wall Press', a socially conscious small press for chapbooks and anthologies.

 

In 2020, she will be published by Wild Pressed Books (Short Story 'The Town Talks').

Cover design by Jane Burn

 

Poetry

 

138 x 216mm

 

28 pages

 

£6.00 + P&P UK

 

ISBN 978-1-912876-31-0

 

PUB: 23/03/2020

 

 

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Growing Pains

 

Isabelle Kenyon

 

 

In ‘Growing Pains’ Isabelle Kenyon navigates the grey space between child and adult. From the playground wars with worms, to the value of a woman’s body as she learns to take up her own space, this collection values kindness in what appears to be an increasingly cruel society.

 

*****

‘Spartan of both language and spirit, Isabelle Kenyon's uncompromising ’Growing Pains’ sifts and measures the weight of the human soul. In this unflinching and incisive commute from schoolyard savagery through toxic masculinity

and calculating a woman's worth, to grief and dislocation, Kenyon divines humanity's salvation

in passing acts of kindness.’

Anne Casey

Poet and Writer

(Salmon Poetry, The Times)

 

 

 

Value

 

Soon I am

the number of boys in bed

labels others have given to me

the lack of ring on my finger

the length of my skirt

the weight of my mother’s shoes

the space between my thighs;

white privilege.

 

Soon I am

my search history

a tick on an equal opportunities form

a customer type

segmented data;

sold

purchased

to the highest bidder.

 

 

This is a man’s, man’s, man’s world

 

A man speaks gold

cannot help it

saliva forming precious eggs on tongue –

same words fall from lipsticked mouth

weighed, measured for worth

in cows

moon cycles

from hip to hip to birth a child

hymen intact?

modest looks

sermons

from the old Testament

her dress sense

on scales:

verdict of semi-precious metal.

 

 

When the worms came

 

When the worms came

there were two types of playground children:

ones who ran like jackals,

brandishing twigs like sharpened spears

to tear worms in two,

and ones who prepared for battle,

offering their squatted form

a shield for the wheezing worms, dragging fatigued tummies

over slippery tarmac, where rain had stranded them.

 

Not all worms made it to the soil,

the land of plenty,

flopping on emergency twig stretchers,

egg and spoon race with jackals hot on their tail.

 

When the worms came,

the children practiced doctors and nurses,

learnt about anatomy

 

(how some creatures have no bits)

and enacted Lord of the flies

with the worms as their Piggy.

 

 

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