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Sinéad Morrissey Shortlisted for Pigott Prize 2021
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Poem of the Day
Cuddles are Drying up Like the Sun in a Data Lake
Sun is such a hard word, like a boiled sweetTaken from 'New Poetries VII'...
in one of those round travel sweet tins
that nobody wants unless they’re sick,
those citrus colours: lemon, lime and orange
that even without tasting make your mouth water
to counter the churn in your stomach.
Sun is such a hard word, with its ‘s’ and ‘n’
that could have an ‘o’ or an ‘i’ slotted between
for that Donnian pun or a postlapsarian chime
making it harder to give birth to or acknowledge,
spat out in a sibilant spray of spittle
ending in bright, shining negation.
Sun is such a hard word, once part of Microsystems
swallowed by Oracle, its SPARC processor in LEON
designed for space use, a fully open-source
implementation that neither you nor I
can understand, the most likely meaning:
cuddles are drying up like the sun in a data lake
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