Poetry inspired by Nick Cave from Elizabeth Cusack

Clubs and Diamonds

You were not there
On the sleeping veranda
When we watched the sundown
You did not see me shiver
In a wet bathing suit
As the sun went down
Grandma was nearly 
Out of her head
As she taught me to balance
The silence and dread
And daddy was in town
Feeling sorry for himself
His immaculate revenue
Dead on the ground
And mama pretending 
Jangling and pushing
Everyone around
Did not see me slither
Watching grandpa
Remembering mama
In her silk nightgown
I want to arrange 
One more vision of you
Lying naked in the sun
On a rock by the sea.

Third War(Colossal)

You knew what an alert was,
You exited when told,
You did not protest,
You covered up quickly,
And left with the rest.

Were the woods radioactive,
Were the corks, were the genes,
Was the glass in the desert,
Were the ways and means?
Were you there when the bomb came,
Did you see it fall,
Did it leave a shadow on your wall?

The man had a blade,
And he cut your throat,
He burned down your city,
And he made you choke.
When you woke with the dead,
Did your heart still pound,
Was it the day of the dead,
The day you were found?

When the innocent bathe in blood,
Is the war over then,
And are you set free?
Breathe in and breathe out,
The night is still here, 
And oh, my darling, you are so near!

Bio: Elizabeth Cusack is a recovering actress. Ever since playing Rhoda Penmark in “The Bad Seed” as a child, deservedly, she has endeavoured to keep up her end of the bargain. Elizabeth has been blessed with the best of teachers over the years, mostly from the school of hard knocks. She has championed and performed in fringe theatre in America. Elizabeth edits her favourite poet while not otherwise inspired by her muse to write. 

Poetry inspired by Nick Cave from Roy Duffield

How I Feel About Our Father

                                                    after Nick Cave

under the cold sunshine
cracked and bloody

through the swollen cotton-ball cloud
a golden mo(u)rning-
only after

I've got nothing to say to him.

He, not even an eye for me.

Bio: Roy Duffield helps edit Anti-Heroin Chic and his writing, which deals heavily with social injustice and youth rights, can also be read in The Nashville Review, Into the Void, Spillwords, Versification, Sein und Werden, and most recently, Seppuku Quarterly.

Poetry inspired by Nick Cave from hjarta

From hjarta (on Instagram) name means ‘heart in Icelandic’

Into Your Arms

Home and space
A moment for my head to clear at last
We’re moving together
Hearts beating fast
Sounds of love spinning in sweet circles of sensuality.

You say we are serendipity personified
Spinning skywards,
I know I’m falling but too scared to say
I want to play you a song to tell you how I feel 
You say.

But my head is playing a song already
Into my arms, Oh Lord
Into my arms, Oh Lord
Into my arms, Oh Lord
Into my arms.
I’m heading down that glorious downwards spiral, 
And yet upwards, out of control
An out of body experience that hasn’t been present for oh so long, 
My head keeps playing that same sweet song.

Our clear cool river
We’re drowning in our own space and time
With lightness of touch
On sensitive skin
Collective warmth…our closeness
Together we merge as one

We’re orbiting in our glorious galaxy
Dancing to our own collective symphony
We move to the music
That plays in our heads
Sensual sounds with rhythm and flow
Orbiting virtual worlds below

We lay at peace, 
Our place of sanctuary 
And notes that reverberate again in my head
Into my arms
Oh Lord
Into my arms
Oh Lord – into my arms.


Poetry by Pasithea Chan influenced by Nick Cave

influenced by “Where the Wild Roses Grow” by Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue.

Rosy Tragedy

Listen to the tunes from the willow garden’s dunes.
Imagine Ophelia, Millais’ muse posing for patriarchal abuse.
Prostitute or virgin are terms we use to justify or glorify
violence as we subconsciously react to art for things we want.
We use music to permanently reproduce
public culture into an aesthetic produce.
We embalm women with brushes as an emblem
to pass oppression and humiliation below perception.
We sing along lyrics that symbolize transgression 
to justify the invasion of a woman's body in the name of passion.
It's okay because if it's a rose, then it's pretty.
All pretty things must die anyway.
Rose Connelly was a rose that was made to pose
long before Elisa rose to make us hit pause.
We listened to her lyrics about society’s hysterics-
enabled and pedaled by politicians and clerics.
They will tell you the rose had thorns and maybe horns
but I will tell you the rose never chose those
who picked her up and finished her with their paws.
Not all animals use their claws, but humans are one of those.
Neither Elisa nor Rose and who else knows
wanted to be men’s selected rose.
How many more do we have to find in the meadows
before we start seeing a corpse not a rose?
Bloody is not just a color when horror
is a demeanor we elusively mirror.
So, I ask you, how can scarlet
bring warmth to ice from blood let? 
Wild roses suffer with every cover
we subconsciously muster and mutter.
It’s about time for the rose to turn into a cause
for social justice to end women’s woes.
There’s nothing rosy about a tragedy
defiling dignity to entertain inhumanity.

Author’s Notes: Inspired by Nick Cave & Kylie Minogue’s Where the Wild Roses Grow. 


Poetry/Stories inspired by “Elvis Costello-Veronica” David L O’Nan & Pasithea Chan
A Poetry Showcase with Pasithea Chan (September 2022)

Bio: Pasithea is an impressionist poet who dabbles in art and poetry. She enjoys writing about life and her experiences from different perspectives. She believes in art in poetry as in exploring art to emphasize its role in juicing creativity out of a quill. She enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy and psychology.  Combined with varied styles and topics, her motto will always be: poetry is a passionate expression kindled by an impression unlimited by public conviction.   To catch more of her work follow her on Instagram @pasitheachan or twitter @pasitheachan and on Ello @ello.co/pasitheaanimalibera where you can find more of her historical fiction and mythological or cultural short stories.