Frieze
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'In these tender poems, Olga Dermott-Bond conjures a gallery in which we enter every painting, a museum where we slip inside glass cases and come out changed.' - Miriam Nash
From a bold voice in women's poetry. Frieze is art obsessed and darkly magical, with a touch of gothic. Akin to poets like Victoria Kennefick, Helen Ivory and Pascale Petit.
Olga Dermott-Bond
Olga Dermott-Bond has had poetry and flash fiction published in a wide range of magazines and has won the BBC Proms, Welshpool and Shelley 200 poetry competitions. Her two poetry pamphlets are apple, fallen (Against the Grain Press) and A Sky Full of Strange Specimens (Nine Pens Press). Originally from Northern Ireland, she lives in Warwickshire where she works as a secondary school teacher. Olga is currently guest editor for the Irish journal Dodging the Rain.
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Frieze - Olga Dermott-Bond
God was so small and inside me then
After ‘Annunciation 2: After Fra Angelico from the brass tacks’ by David Hockney
God was so small and inside me then, weeks
before I would feel the first flutter, months
before his fist or elbow would gargoyle itself
under my ribs. We’d better sit down, the angel said –
quite serious – as if he had forgotten about his wings
spreading behind him like sugared light. We leaned
into each other, me perching on a kitchen stool, edges
of the house cut clean away. In the painting we look
like we’re on a merry-go-round, the water full
of pink flowers, but I do remember a blue wall stretching
away so quickly, bright shock, full of slow motion
and split seconds and empty speech bubbles. Gabriel bent
almost in apology – he knew he’d had the easy job.
There I was, fretting already about what to tell Joseph
and my dad, picturing myself trying to explain that things
don’t always happen in the right order. We definitely
didn’t have haloes then, just bright space around our heads.
We don’t need infinity
Zvezda space suit model number KV-2 No 167 used by Helen Sharman
Earth-slight and beautiful, she climbed
inside me, past every seam that was made
for her; how she gazed through
my eyes, how we made continents disappear
by moving her thumb a little to the right.
For seven nights her breath fluttered
against my glass cheek, a mechanical
butterfly. Now, I wait for her bed
to tangle itself into a love knot, up and up and up
out the window, shedding clothes
as I steal an old rocket to make it sing
so she will meet me, naked, our milk-and-stars
folklore shaped around us, the curve
of her spine against me. I will gather
her to me like a wedding dress, bury
my face in a crush of silk, let pins
and needles of days and years fall
to the floor that we will never need to