SEVEN VOICES
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      • Nasim Asl
      • Charlotte Pence
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      • I H-M
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  • Seven Voices
    • TT19 >
      • 1: mottle
      • 2: foam
      • 3: cinders
      • 4: milky
      • 5: dew
      • 6: grounding
      • 7: syrup
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      • 2: alcove
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      • 7: bloom
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      • 2: limerence
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      • 1: shelter
      • 2: morning
      • 3: colossus
      • 4: conceal
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      • 6: recursion
      • 7: spirit
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      • 1: coincidence
      • 2: details
      • 3: release
      • 4: we
      • 5: spiral
      • 6: dream
      • 7: endings
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      • 1: evolve
      • 2: doubt
      • 3: memory
      • 4: &
      • 5: physical
      • 6: light
      • 7: permanence
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      • 1: eclipse
      • 2: submersion
      • 3: collect
      • 4: voyage
      • 5: conflict
      • 6: portal
      • 7: map
    • TT15 >
      • 1: partial
      • 2: suspension
      • 3: £
      • 4: downstairs
      • 5: silence
      • 6: orbit
      • 7: final
    • HT15 >
      • 1: fantasise
      • 2: terror
      • 3: an awkward encounter
      • 4: in between
      • 5: wheel of fortune
      • 6: elemental
      • 7: races
  • Contact

7: Nasim Asl

25/6/2015

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The moon has torn the waves away
From the shore they crave,
And the stars scream, hurl down
Their light to guide the ocean home.

I have a room occupied by ghosts,
And a handful of farewells kissed
Before the hellos had begun.
Pauses render, failing to load.

We notched our last togethers
Into unscarred skin and cherish
The seconds we didn’t realise
We would miss.

The moments we planned to
Memoralise turn to ash and dust.
Our reign is over, we pass on the key;
Our legacy turns with the earth.

We run faster so that time
Can’t catch us, and chase the
Errant waves as we offer
Tears to an ambivalent God.

Eventually, we find ourselves returning
To base camp, back tracking on trains that
Roll us onwards, upwards, and undo
Our every movements for the last few months.

We’re carted off to hearths and hearts
We hoped we’d left behind. We won’t forget:
Our atoms will reassemble in another land of
Darkness and decay.

The stars are settled into their loss now;
They accept their inexorable fate.
The last words you whispered to me
will be the final words that I write. 

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7: Luke vdB

22/6/2015

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Bonus Question

Answer for extra credit.
Is this poem:

A) Self-absorbed?

B) Attempting to trick you
with its poor meta-commentary
on itself into liking, or at least
otherwise respecting
its superficial, clumsy art-
ifice and obvious conceit?

C) By acknowledging its own
fourth-wall breakage trying
to avoid your disdain, playing
a strange game with you
and presupposing to know
your thoughts and reactions?

D) i. Failing to impress you with
its tongue-in-cheek, self aware,
oh-so-clever tone, instead com
ing across as generally gr(e)at-
ing and outstaying its welcome?
    ii. At this point barely a poem
anymore, so obsessed is it with
impressing you with scarcely thought
through punning and utterly ran
dumb line breaks?

E) All of the above?
                                   (4 Marks)
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7: Jemma Paek

22/6/2015

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Three glasses of wine and a hefty line

It gave me sticky glances and I tore away
to meet you at the beginning of the bridge.
But I liked those sticky glances more than
what you murmured to me 
as those arms so swathed and hidden
were mine and not yours.
It is bad and it is sad that I imagine others
in place of horizontal streams of light.

I don’t want it any more.
I never really did.

sweet dreams,
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7: Charlotte Pence

22/6/2015

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Final

The chapter closes, but the page turns
again, past the place we knew
our fingers would land.
It may not be smoother and the language is thicker,
but the silence left behind us echoes our stories all the clearer.
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7: Harry Jones

22/6/2015

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