Poetry Showcase from Doryn Herbst

CW: Institutional neglect

Going Home from the Day Centre

Care provider: Your mother smeared the walls with chocolate cake.

Me: What sparked it off?

Care provider:

We cannot look into the minds of our clients.

We haven’t got enough staff at the best of times. People off sick as well. The quiet room is the place for her when she is so agitated.

On top of which, you’re fifteen minutes late.

They let Mum out. She ran towards me, chest heaving, wiping a hand across her face.

They stole my bus money.
Wouldn’t let me out.
I thought I would never see you again.
I haven’t got any clothes here.

I took hold of her hand, pushed a curl of wet hair behind her ear.

I pick you up by car, Mum. Come, let’s go home, have a chat.

Half an old bicycle

propped up against railings
running along the train tracks.
Left to rust,
it has less than a sense of well-being.

Bitter rain spatters the skeleton-frame. 
Snow will come, sun will come. 
Martens will come to chew away
the tyre that remains.

One day the council will come,
take away the scrap, sell off 
the metal.

The bicycle wishes for a finer ending.

Orion

Last night, I saw Orion.

The street lamps were glowing but to my delight
I spotted the constellation.

At a time when the gods interfered with our lives more,
Artemis, goddess of the hunt, walked with the pack,
leapt with the hares and ran with the grace of a doe.
Wind snarled through her hair, mahogany
as Apollo’s was golden. The mist in the mountains
was green.

Artemis saw Orion, demigod and great hunter,
took him as her companion.
Apollo could not endure the loss of his sister’s attention
to a giant who stank like a skunk.

He schemed and tricked her into killing her best friend
with the tip of a silver arrow. Agony and ferocity
in duel, Artemis chased after her betrayer.
The huntress was unable to hit her target.
He was her twin.

Reaching the feet of Zeus, king of the gods,
father of many, their father, Artemis begged him
in the wail of a trapped fox to enshrine
her best friend’s body.

Zeus, stronger than one hundred oxen,
lifted Orion and flung him beyond the sky
in the guise of a group of stars.

Bio Doryn, a former scientist in the water industry, Wales, now lives in Germany and is a deputy local councillor. Her writing considers the natural world but also themes which address social issues. Doryn has poetry in Fahmidan Journal, CERASUS Magazine,Fenland Poetry Journal, celestite poetry and more. She is a reviewer at Consilience science poetry

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