i was listening to this while thumbing through the version of “post winter” that was in the first version of branches. your revisions are so interesting and i love being able to see on page how much you’ve grown as a writer :)
This was my favorite poem from the first edition...I can’t wait to get my hands on a second edition. Though poems like art class will forever hold such a place in my heart, I’m LOVING all of the changes. Keep flourishing!
im such an amateur enthusiast. i have so far to go and so much to learn. i feel embarrassed to say i love u ! which is unusual for me bc i love lots unapologetically. im tripping over my feet. all i can say is u inspire me greatly ❤
i have always wanted to turn my poems into a book. i have been watching your videos for years now (about 4 years maybe or longer). every time i get discouraged with where I am going with my poems, i turn back to your poems and it reminds me that i need to take care of my poems the same way someone would take care of their houseplants or work on them the way someone does a skincare routine. i love this one as well as your "what can happen to a girl wearing jeans" and they constantly inspire me to care about my own poems.
this is one of my favorite poems of yours, I remember reading it in your zine & then in the branches first edition and I can’t wait to read it again when I get my copy of the second edition. You’re astounding. By far my favorite modern poet, can’t believe how young you are💙
Ohh my god that was amazing! I've been a fan of your work, the vlogs and the poems and everything in between, for years now and I think I need to get your collection now.
@@anotsofunfirl An alternate transcription - she said Persephone was in Sapphic verse and Hades was a sonnet, so I transcribed them in each form as best I could. murder mouth carried me here I cracked through lockjaw here in this forest of precious stone where I am the only thing unpetrified that could look like home I was never tall enough to climb they pick my rind like their own skins I understand, I have also mistaken pyre for sunlight let the spring ache trick me been to lush for my own good my leaves flash green as coins at the bottom of a well look how much I carry my fruit, my atriums puckered a stone to swallow he says she bit first men have the alphabet and allot these stories if all the sisters and nieces and cousins laughed in a forest could that be a legend let me hear a myth where you survive honey, I am sorry for whoever saw you asleep on the couch and left the party who watched you at the gas station with a man and kept driving I'm sorry for how sound my roots go you, another red blot in my rings polish me to a hilt I don't want to be a coffin anymore see sometimes I'm the only food in the graveyard but if they write on me I say how the story ends HADES you get lonely when you're immortal she charmed me with that hummingbird heartbeat made me kiss her eyes closed on a night long as heaven that's all I care about doe eyes and an easy smile I'm a sucker for dimples with a veil of blush drawn close around her I mean what else could you do but love listen it's not my fault you have to smile to say my name right you want the fruit when it's mellow and sweet and not a day later it's natural it's a given all I am is a trellis I took nothing well I threw up all the seeds in the motel bathroom then took my pulse with the same fingers pulled on that little dress and I guess the dogs were asleep I cut my teeth on a bike chain and double knotted my sneakers and peddled with sore legs bad sore not like when I swam the whole day anyway I think it was around five since the stars were fading out and there were old women knitting you know waiting for the train I smiled at them I'm grown up now too what I remember most of his kiss his whole mouth evergreen mint like he had too be clean on purpose I don't know how many times he died over me he told me fruit spoiled if you waited too long and I am so smart for my age he had rugged stubble and eyes for hanging I could never tell what side of the Rope he was on he kissed my neck like a scythe and it's not my fault I kissed back I was little I'm still picking it from my lip he popped amber on my skin traced coils around my ankles made me think it was his love and my good heart not the deadbolt that kept us close his room a body that bid me stay his body a room locked I bet he bragged to the dust told them how I cried I tugged hard at his sleeve weren't you sixteen and sick for it once a match is struck behind your eyes and you must smother it before anyone takes notice takes you I felt tall I felt taller than a sheath he promises to soothe the buzz and thresh ephemeral and carotid our ashes mixed red in the honeyed nest then doused with wine and then mourning under the mattress the concrete blocks were the same shade as any grave I hold a bus token to the centre of my forehead it doesn't matter how I was raised only that he was there to catch me that he could be a ditch and gravity his chest fit to collapse upon its power I thought buried in a man with the little deaths he rendered from me I asked what he saw afterwards when he closed his eyes fields he said fields rolling and endless and my love the lone lantern my name moulded to the shape of his mouth he tied a ring of clover to fit my finger and I was so happy to be a woman when I left home I wore the perfume he gave me I would spray the air above and before me and dance through that fog those blue atoms of pearl smelled like sweat by the third week for my first shower alone after six months I clogged every cleft in the bathroom with towels until I could walk on steam they give me soft clothes comb the bees from my hair and label them in bags I identify him host of many screams my villain the un-husband he'd exhausted himself that night I knew how to trim the heads off dry daisies so new blossoms can live to prune rose stems at a slant to blow the teeth from a dandelion he had wind in him when I left I ran until my whole body was freshet I crossed rivers of traffic and dandelions and daffodils spring from road kill poppies bloomed from the bicycle seat I laid my lipsticks on the subway tracks watched the seven o'clock crush his sex when I came up from the underground I knew how to get home I ran to feel the orange tile of the kitchen I grew up in warm on my bare feet I chose to be a girl who doesn't want to die the birds ask Oh Persephone how I say I don't care about kings and shepherds no deity can outlast the only child of a single mother no gods stronger than me
'it's not my fault you have to smile to say my name right' absolutely blew my mind
"No deity can outlast the only child of a single mother."
omg when she was introducing the poem and said "braiding that girl's hair" i got chills through my whole body! crying!!! love you!!! :')
I just want to say thank you you’re the reason I started writing poetry
“Tree verse” is my life
i was listening to this while thumbing through the version of “post winter” that was in the first version of branches. your revisions are so interesting and i love being able to see on page how much you’ve grown as a writer :)
Jamie Fiesta I did the same thing with my copy!
This was my favorite poem from the first edition...I can’t wait to get my hands on a second edition. Though poems like art class will forever hold such a place in my heart, I’m LOVING all of the changes. Keep flourishing!
you are so gloriously powerful and i love you
i am frozen watching this. so fucking breathtaking
Two minutes in and I am immediately purchasing Branches
Dropped everything to watch this
this is gorgeous and I’m gonna cry
im such an amateur enthusiast. i have so far to go and so much to learn. i feel embarrassed to say i love u ! which is unusual for me bc i love lots unapologetically. im tripping over my feet. all i can say is u inspire me greatly ❤
This made me cry twice
i have always wanted to turn my poems into a book. i have been watching your videos for years now (about 4 years maybe or longer). every time i get discouraged with where I am going with my poems, i turn back to your poems and it reminds me that i need to take care of my poems the same way someone would take care of their houseplants or work on them the way someone does a skincare routine. i love this one as well as your "what can happen to a girl wearing jeans" and they constantly inspire me to care about my own poems.
Thank you Rhiannon for a wonderful Birthday present on 21 st ...a rare treat. 😘
this is one of my favorite poems of yours, I remember reading it in your zine & then in the branches first edition and I can’t wait to read it again when I get my copy of the second edition. You’re astounding. By far my favorite modern poet, can’t believe how young you are💙
BEAUTIFUL! As always!
Bravo! Wow. You just blew me away. What a powerful performance -- and words -- and person you are.
these are BRILLIANT! MY HEART!!! 💕🌷✨
im waiting for my copy of branches to come in the mail and i am so excited for it!! this is lovely
this is so beautiful.
i was THERE sitting in the FRONT ROW just extremely IN MY FEELINGS the ENTIRE FUCKING TIME
:^)
Ohh my god that was amazing! I've been a fan of your work, the vlogs and the poems and everything in between, for years now and I think I need to get your collection now.
Could you please please please upload the transcript or just the poem? I don't know English so well so some words are missed.
Love your poems btw
@@cerysfletcher2157 thanks, but the Persephone's part isn't transcribed so well in the automatic setting
@@cerysfletcher2157 THANK YOU SO MUCH
@@anotsofunfirl
An alternate transcription - she said Persephone was in Sapphic verse and Hades was a sonnet, so I transcribed them in each form as best I could.
murder mouth carried me here
I cracked through lockjaw here in this forest of precious stone
where I am the only thing unpetrified that could look like home
I was never tall enough to climb
they pick my rind like their own skins
I understand, I have also mistaken pyre for sunlight
let the spring ache trick me
been to lush for my own good
my leaves flash green as coins at the bottom of a well
look how much I carry
my fruit, my atriums puckered a stone to swallow
he says she bit first
men have the alphabet and allot these stories
if all the sisters and nieces and cousins laughed in a forest
could that be a legend
let me hear a myth where you survive
honey, I am sorry for whoever saw you asleep on the couch and left the party
who watched you at the gas station with a man and kept driving
I'm sorry for how sound my roots go
you, another red blot in my rings
polish me to a hilt
I don't want to be a coffin anymore
see sometimes I'm the only food in the graveyard but if they write on me I say how the story ends
HADES
you get lonely when you're immortal
she charmed me with that hummingbird heartbeat
made me kiss her eyes closed on a night long as heaven
that's all I care about
doe eyes and an easy smile I'm a sucker
for dimples with a veil of blush drawn
close around her I mean what else could
you do but love
listen it's not my fault you have to smile to say my name right
you want the fruit when it's mellow and sweet
and not a day later
it's natural it's a given
all I am is a trellis
I took nothing
well I threw up all the seeds in the motel
bathroom then took my pulse with the same fingers
pulled on that little dress and I guess the dogs
were asleep I cut my teeth on a bike chain
and double knotted my sneakers and peddled
with sore legs bad sore not like when I swam the
whole day anyway I think it was around
five since the stars were fading out and there were old women knitting you know waiting for the
train I smiled at them I'm grown up now too what
I remember most of his kiss his whole mouth
evergreen mint like he had too be clean on
purpose I don't know how many times he died
over me he told me fruit spoiled if you
waited too long and I am so smart for my
age he had rugged stubble and eyes for hanging
I could never tell what side of the Rope he
was on he kissed my neck like a scythe and it's
not my fault I kissed back I was little I'm
still picking it from my lip he popped amber
on my skin traced coils around my ankles made
me think it was his love and my good heart not
the deadbolt that kept us close his room a body
that bid me stay his body a room locked I
bet he bragged to the dust told them how I cried
I tugged hard at his sleeve weren't you sixteen and
sick for it once a match is struck behind your
eyes and you must smother it before anyone
takes notice takes you I felt tall I felt taller
than a sheath he promises to soothe the buzz
and thresh ephemeral and carotid our
ashes mixed red in the honeyed nest then doused with wine and then mourning under the mattress
the concrete blocks were the same shade as any
grave I hold a bus token to the centre
of my forehead it doesn't matter how I
was raised only that he was there to catch me
that he could be a ditch and gravity his
chest fit to collapse upon its power I
thought buried in a man with the little deaths
he rendered from me I asked what he saw afterwards
when he closed his eyes fields he said fields rolling and endless and my love the lone lantern my
name moulded to the shape of his mouth he tied
a ring of clover to fit my finger and
I was so happy to be a woman when
I left home I wore the perfume he gave me
I would spray the air above and before me
and dance through that fog those blue atoms of pearl
smelled like sweat by the third week for my first shower
alone after six months I clogged every cleft
in the bathroom with towels until I could walk
on steam they give me soft clothes comb the bees from
my hair and label them in bags I identify
him host of many screams my villain the un-husband
he'd exhausted himself that night I knew how
to trim the heads off dry daisies so new blossoms can
live to prune rose stems at a slant to blow the
teeth from a dandelion he had wind in
him when I left I ran
until my whole body was freshet I
crossed rivers of traffic and dandelions
and daffodils spring from road kill poppies bloomed
from the bicycle seat I laid my lipsticks
on the subway tracks watched the seven o'clock
crush his sex when I came up from the underground
I knew how to get home I ran to feel the
orange tile of the kitchen I grew up in
warm on my bare feet I chose to be a girl
who doesn't want to die the birds ask Oh Persephone how
I say I don't care about kings and shepherds
no deity can outlast the only child
of a single mother no gods stronger than me
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