'Nadia Boulanger' - Mallory Stevenson (Year 13)
Domain. Tentacle Bach
Moo! moo! farming watchfully
His left cheek flaking off the canvas, so does the sky,
The sun keeps eating the picture.
A student enters for the piano
We cold shovel bones
For play living
Rolling in the head, for fertilise
Awaken, like a motorcar,
A factory revival that does not allow but watches for
The past entering nothing, having stayed
As a heap, that eats itself.
The student brings his new script falls on the piano ta-beu-vi for that
Boulanger unsurprised. Ghost in the window
Its sour face brings expected relief only due to maintenance
“I am angry!” grimace ghost, “my feeling is so serious!”
“Why won’t they wife me!” - closes the door
The ghost’s golden trash, God-yelling trash
We are for God here carry on,
Pillars in the wise marble know how to find peace by
Quiet on the table know when we’re called by
Here is tentacle building red house
Boulanger goes to attic tentacle
For a funeral mask
A stinking large dirt face breathes commanding
Some tentacle revives
New king, and Boulanger’s writing
“I went on rounds inspect vassals
You loaned soil bed
I toiled forges to sharpen metal
You yawned soil bed
I wrote and forgot a chronicle
You owned chronicle page
I edited forgot chronicle
You ate chronicle page”
In the sink the page is full of suds
Like pulled apart rope
1 2 2 1 - 4 3 3 4
Sound paired sound paired sound paired sound paired
Garden fruit soil bed
The oven is still on
What did you say?
Grey stone the steps are toothy
Trapping obscurity from flowing sun in the door
The bread is still burning for.
(She gets the match the piano burn
August face is eaten
This flame laughs this flame
Hasn’t heard about money
Money is a type of
The stern bewigged and august
This cackle is going to eat the planet fully,
Pyre and sees the gods?
It’s a false start! (say
Stop it! say
Please leave my house!
Come in if you are friends.
August you don’t want me peaceful
I’ve held you
I will not thank you for the jewels
I’m going to wash their marks off my skin
Give it a few years
I’m going to give them to my friends
So now be off!))
In another life
No she has guests
Is not to fight them
Not this time and in the length of times?
Nadia Boulanger takes her red pen
The paper anticipates generations
Guest thanks her kindly.