Species

Densely tufted
bushy upper parts
damp conspicuous crowns
bearing threadlike
sharp teeth.
Leathery yellow and
prominently veined.
White-woolly silky midribs.
Erect and obscure
feather-like yet
persistent.

(Cinquefoil)

© S.F. Jones, 2016

Poem created from found text:
Kershaw, Linda, Joyce Gould, Derek Johnson, and Jane Lancaster, Rare Vascular Plants of Alberta. Edmonton: The University of Alberta Press, Natural Resources Canada, and Canadian Forest Services, 2001.

Dystopia – Day 6

Lacquer

He sprays outside
9 2 5 day in
day out bathing bricks
in neutrality.

Fast fix that
wanes with stranded smog
acidic and stagnant /
etching cement and loosening grains.

He watches it crumble

history, dreams, and déjà vu
repeat the circuit 925.

Mesh meant to catch
chunks missed / he’d watched
the fall the splitting skull

a casual mistake need no
one pay

mind when

He coats the body to see
what happens
when you seal her life
inside.

© SF Jones, 2014

Dystopia is a poetic worldbuilding project. Each day for the next week, I will post a poem that exposes the characteristics of a fictional setting. The pieces will showcase the physical conditions and/or the emotions and interactions of the people who live there. Let your imagination run wild; I will do the same.

Dystopia – Day 5

Utility

She caught him twice last week
shitting in the yard / so she pretends
nobody is home.

“Can I kiss your mouth?”
He taunts behind the closed door.

The stench of desperation and
unpaid utilities is not her problem

yet.
Town says

he burns
the wooden house for warmth.
Exotic coloured flames say
he incinerates other treasures.
Foraged junk and heaps.

The street is always
empty. Full of rules but
no enforcers and now
is not the time.

Later

she might need an ally.
When it’s her turn to
shit in the yard.

© SF Jones, 2014

Dystopia is a poetic worldbuilding project. Each day for the next week, I will post a poem that exposes the characteristics of a fictional setting. The pieces will showcase the physical conditions and/or the emotions and interactions of the people who live there. Let your imagination run wild; I will do the same.

Dystopia – Day 4

Cellar

The first drop
of each daily ritual hugs
slick along the glass
until gravity overcomes the
tension.

He fills flats of vials / one
by one with life saved
for later.

The front moves in.

Gusts rattle disobedient
tangles of coiled force
and tug at cement foundations.

Hard angles hide the lower level.

Dance with me
his yellowed smile rings.
Comforted by the
crimson hope refrigerated
in his cellar.

© SF Jones, 2014

Dystopia is a poetic worldbuilding project. Each day for the next week, I will post a poem that exposes the characteristics of a fictional setting. The pieces will showcase the physical conditions and/or the emotions and interactions of the people who live there. Let your imagination run wild; I will do the same.