Hope Road

By Kathleen McLeod
road connecting to hip smudged in newsprint

By Kathleen McLeod

This poem was shortlisted for the Right Now Poetry Competition, judged by Maxine Beneba-Clarke, Amanda Anastasi and Benjamin Solah. Read the shortlist here.

Hope is dying here. The lucky country, blood flecked words spit on to

newspaper headlines. There are black ink fingerprints all over my body,

the white curve of my hip is now a dark road. I’m a page turner, my

fingers rip desperately forward. Still we turn back. And back. The

underwriters of shameful history rush to print.

 

Kathleen McLeod is a Brisbane poet. Her work has been published in Banango Street, Saul Williams’ anthology Chorus, Giles Corey Press’ Three Word Chant: Occupy issue and Sunlit. She blogs at http://www.kathleenjoy.tumblr.com.

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