3 poems from Z.D. Dicks in Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020

Owl, Silhouette, Moon, Night Sky
Owl Tries Fishing

Owl, moon faced over reeds
echoed, a hushed breath
sky blink as flash eclipse
clad only in split turbulence

The fish were slack gulps
passive and gone into haze
from a swoop of silt ripples
slammed up to drown

Blood rained from cloud
afterbirth spilt on rock
labourless as glistered muck
slick meteors aborted

Back to pond, mud tread
dead eye to dead eye
each catch was a season
alone, sharp as cracked yolk

Odin Worries for his Brother

Odin looked at the horse, named it
Sleipnir, lying in thundercloud skin
his soon to be mount
and turned to Loki, led, unable to sit
innards pommelled by hooves

Sweat spattered over his brow
as he whimpered, doubled
in breathelessness
the stallion Svadilfari
had broken him in the woods

But Loki, quivered at orgasmic birth
the cloven feet ripping him
in reverse, all while the gods watched
struck by the fall of wet legs
as Loki roared on all fours

Odin let him die, wondering
had this trick been one too far
or, would he be awoken
by braying again

Odin After Hanging

My skull wept, under a makeshift patch
Frigg reached for the blind spot
I framed her shoulders, with thick palms
as she squeezed, thinning arms

Her milk cheek tilted to rest
on the back of my sword hand
What have you done?
She mumbled into cloak

I took her chin up, with hooked finger
tears pattering, as acid to white
but slow drops curled down, onto lips
as I watched the salt quiver

I declaimed, sacrifice was needed for wisdom
my eye a token for runes
to scatter those symbols, in a million ways
to describe a goddess, in all worlds

But you'll only ever see half of me?
In one lens, blurred without depth
yes, but by taste of claret sweet pillows
I'll hold you, with floral scent on tongue
and with one kiss, hold your beauty

Bio: Z. D. Dicks holds an MA in Creative and Critical Writing from the University of Gloucestershire. He often works with other poets locally and nationally to create events and to work on poetry projects. In 2016 he founded the Gloucestershire Poetry Society and the Gloucester Poetry Festival.  He has had his work accepted by many publications including Ink, Sweat and Tears, Sarasvati, Obsessed with Pipework, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Words from the Wild, Outlaw Poetry, Fresh Air Poetry, I am not a silent poet, As it Ought to Be, Nymphs, and Stride (plus many more and anthologies). He currently has three collections ‘Malcontent’ and ‘Intimate Nature’ with Black Eyes publishing (2019) and ‘Vexed’ with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2020).  Dicks has a keen interest in imagistic poetry and his work has been described ‘muscular language’ by Helen Ivory and has himself been described as ‘a gothic Seamus Heaney’ by Anna Saunders.  In 2019 he was appointed Gloucestershire Poet Laureate and works in various settings to promote poetry.’

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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