Dressing for the Afterlife
By Maria Taylor
()
About this ebook
Consistently crisp and vivid, these poems examine motherhood, heritage and inheritance, finding stories woven in girlhood's faltering dance-steps, the thrum of the sewing-machine at the end-days of the rag trade, or the fizz and bubble of a chip-shop fryer. And throughout, breaking through, is the sense of women finding their wings and taking flight - "and her wings, what wings she has" - as Taylor's own poems soar and defiantly choose their own adventures.
Maria Taylor
Maria Taylor is a British Cypriot poet, critic and reviewer who has been published in The Rialto, Magma and The TLS, among other publications. Her debut collection of poetry, Melanchrini, was shortlisted for the Michael Murphy Memorial Prize, and her poetry featured in the Penguin anthology The Poetry of Sex, edited by Sophie Hannah. She has a pamphlet, Instructions for Making Me (HappenStance, 2016). She is also a keen runner and walker and lives in Leicestershire.
Related to Dressing for the Afterlife
Related ebooks
The Painted Lady Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeceiving Wild Creatures Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOn Trust: A Book of Lies Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA warm and snouting thing: Poems Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Word Fall Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLet the Empire Down Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMelanchrini Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFalling Into Enchantment: Poems from the 1970s in Santa Fe, New Mexico Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHigh Shelf XXV: December 2020 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Claims Office Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSalt and Ashes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Last to Leave Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSixfold Poetry Summer 2015 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Visitations Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThose Ghosts: A Life in Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe World is Mostly Sky Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Tennis Court Oath: A Book of Poems Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5No Batteries Required Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsoutskirts Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Spirit Level Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSolitary Moonbeams Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsParts of the Main Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsInroads Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Silent Is The House Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSand in the Sole Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTrances of the Blast Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Fortune Bird Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStars in a Jar Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWoman's Head as Jug Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRipples Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Poetry For You
Inward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey: (The Stephen Mitchell Translation) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad: The Fitzgerald Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beowulf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad of Homer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Prophet Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Way Forward Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Canterbury Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Love Her Wild: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Odyssey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tao Te Ching: A New English Version Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Daily Stoic: A Daily Journal On Meditation, Stoicism, Wisdom and Philosophy to Improve Your Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dream Work Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leaves of Grass: 1855 Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Twenty love poems and a song of despair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gilgamesh: A New English Version Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Thoughts: An Exploration Of Who We Are Beyond Our Minds Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (ReadOn Classics) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Edgar Allan Poe: The Complete Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Letters to a Young Poet (Rediscovered Books): With linked Table of Contents Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gilgamesh: A Verse Narrative Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related categories
Reviews for Dressing for the Afterlife
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Dressing for the Afterlife - Maria Taylor
Prologue
To dress for the afterlife,
step into the precise moment
you ended a former existence
and zipped yourself into the unknown.
Choose a wedding outfit,
a pair of overalls, an invisibility cloak,
or the national dress of a country
you have never visited before.
This is how you must learn
to breathe again.
She Ran
I took up running when I turned forty.
I opened my front door and started running
down a filthy jitty and past my parents’ flat.
I ran through every town in which I’d ever lived.
I ran past all my exes, even a few crushes
who sipped mochas and wore dark glasses.
I ran in a wedding dress through scattered confetti
and was cheered by the cast of Star Wars.
I ran through the screaming wind, rain and cloud.
I ran through my mother’s village and flew past
armed soldiers at the checkpoint. I ran past
my grandparents and Bappou’s mangy goats
with their mad eyes and scaled yellow teeth.
I ran straight through Oxford and Cambridge,
didn’t stop. I saw a naked man in Piccadilly Gardens.
I ran through high school and behind the gym
where gothy teens smoked and necked each other.
I passed an anxious mother pushing a pram
and a baby that kept throwing out her doll.
Seasons changed; summer turned into autumn,
I couldn’t get as far as I wanted.
The lights changed. My ribs, my flaming heart
and my tired, tired body burned.
I Began the Twenty-Twenties as a Silent Film Goddess
On the first of January I threw away my Smartphone
and wrote a letter to my beau in swirling ink.
I bobbed my hair, wore a cloche hat and shimmied
right into town for Juleps. I became Clara.
I became Louise. When I became a vamp, the boys
fell dead at my feet, I threw petals over their heads.
I dined on prosperity sandwiches and sidecars,
leaving restaurants with a sugar-rimmed mouth.
In summer I was a night-blooming flower.
By autumn I was a hangover. Winter made me
a Wall-Street Crash. Talking pictures were my ruin.
At last I had a voice but no-one wanted to hear.
Forgotten sisters. Oh Vilma, oh