What Girls Do in the Dark
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Garland's poetry is rooted in the realm of gothic imagination, mythology and the uncanny. It contains magnitudes and magic, feminist fables starstruck with science and astronomy. Like comets, these dazzling poems explore containment, liberation, near-misses, extinction, and ultimately, they ask what it means to escape the pull of gravity and blaze your own bright, all-consuming and astonishing path.
'Garland is a real literary talent: definitely an author to watch' - Sarah Waters
Rosie Garland
Rosie Garland has published five solo collections of poetry and her award-winning short stories, poems and essays have been widely anthologized. She is is the author of Vixen and her debut novel, The Palace of Curiosities won Book of the Year in the Co-op Respect Awards 2013 and was longlisted for the Desmond Elliott Prize. Her next novel is The Night Brother and will be published in 2017.
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What Girls Do in the Dark - Rosie Garland
Letter of rejection from a Black Hole
We’re touched by your desire to join our great work
of dismembering the fabric of time and matter.
We can’t blame you for wanting to hide in nothing,
and note the ways you’ve snapped off pieces of yourself
to prove you’re serious.
However, we wonder if you’ve misunderstood our purpose;
the difference between obliteration of the cosmos and the spirit.
You’ve been smothering your radiance for so long
it’s become a system of belief
that you’re cored with lead, incapable of anything
but borrowed light, or – in a destructive twist of logic
that impressed the selection panel –
brilliance is only permitted to serve others’ needs.
You have the right to glow.
It’s not your duty
to light up anyone else’s day.
We urge you to reconsider, wish you well,
and suggest steering clear of holes.
Trans-Neptunian objects
Way out there, between matter and not-quite void,
they weave in rocky gangs. Rag-tag remnants
of the solar system’s sober gathering, they crash
each other’s parties, spit geysers of methane ice,
break the law of what is and isn’t planet.
They will not kneel in perfect circles round the sun,
won’t toe any ordered line. There’s nowt so queer
as Pluto, Sedne, Eris, Thule, Makemake.
Shoved too far for any naked eye, it only looks
like lonely. Faces cratered with a million kisses,
their drunken stagger round the Kuiper Belt
so leisurely we have galloped from cave to red button
before they’ve notched a handful of orbits. They squint
at our blur. We are grit in their eye. Blink and we’re long gone.
Snuffing hearts that burn too bright
Just my luck. One seat left on the bus, next to a star. I jab it with my elbow, in case it gets any clever ideas and tries to spill over onto my half. It shrinks against the window, which buckles, glassy tears pooling along the black rubber seal. The star blushes, embarrassed combustion tickling the baby on the row behind. The child gurgles, grabbing for plumes of feathered stuff and nonsense. If I were its mother, I’d be on my feet, banging on the driver’s window. Some people don’t know the meaning of stranger danger. I smell singed wool. The star peers at me, anxious, shaking its head when I accuse it of scorching my coat. It’ll deny everything. I’ve read how stars live off lies. So what about their surface temperature, cores of liquid helium spinning at a thousand miles per second, how they live for billions of years; haven’t they got enough space in the sky to show off how glorious they are? And the eyes. One look and bang, you’re gone. Not me. I know how to deal with heavenly bodies. Stars aren’t the only