Heather Taylor is a London-based writer, performer & educator, whose work has been published and produced throughout Europe, Asia & North America. Her work includes film, theatre, poetry, fiction, radio, and journalism and her first collection, Horizon & Back, was published by Tall Lighthouse. She recently graduated with an MA with Distinction in Plays and Scripts from City University and her first feature film, The Last Thakur, premiered at the London Film Festival. As an actress, she works as Heather Arness and more details can be found on www.spotlight.com/interactive/cv/2610-1209-2995. You can find more of her writing on www.heathertaylor.co.uk
Away
There are layers between us
The sheets
The walls
The streets
The city
The phone
Your voice crackles over time zones
Sending kisses through fibre optics
To caress my ear
"I love you"
I say those words
In my vacant apartment
Neat as you last left it
Red wine grown murky
In the bottom of glasses
Your head printed in my pillow
A razor forgotten by the sink
A photograph empty of you.
My last memory seems to end
With waving though terminal gates
Or plodding down long hallways
Greeted by chirpy blonde attendants
And safety procedures.
Can that be enough
In that world of ours
In those moments between
Weekends and phone bills
Can that be enough
Bodies separating us
Water choppy under airplane wings
in the sky turning blue grey
There are layers between us
The sheets
The walls
The streets
The city
The phone
But I still have you.
published in ´Horizon & Back´
Architect & his Muse
Anton Rafael Mengs, 1779
Square lines, thermos, compass point
Circles drawn with hands guided
Your eyes drawn to space staring
There your muse tickles your wrist
Your neck back, curved spine
Leans a girls whisper in your ear
Never wanton, she delicately hovers
A mysterious perfume you inhale
To turn pencil marks into dreamed cathedrals.
PUBLISHED IN P´ETC ANTHOLOGY