Each month Influx Press is featuring a contemporary poet you might not know but definitely should.
This month we chose Sarer Scotthorne. Sarer's poetry is a visceral descent into the psycho-sexual. In this poem Sarer interrupts the domestic and the urban scene with words which ooze with the pulse of an ebullient female sexuality.
The Blood House
by Sarer Scotthorne
The stairs creak voices - ketamine thuds bleed through
a single skin of brick; floorboards leak every secret.
The clock reverses - intermittent Gabba - radar moon. Cats scream,
I scream, howl my longings into cotton sheets. I scratch at the floor,
draw words in the mist of breath on pane; look through letters
lit orange by the light of the city night, at my beloved street below.
Bodies crawl, fumbling for keys - staring into shadows.
My hand-printed curtains float, lifting up as the city's sweat billows into my room.
The shouts of children climb through my windows like burglars,
angry mother’s scream and drag them back out.
This house breathes for me - joists splintering with love,
the beat of slamming doors hides the sound of the past
that is buried alive in the red brick cellar below.
Sarer Scotthorne is a feminist, poet and martial artist who plays with film and teaches Kung Fu and Creative Writing. This poem is from her first published collection The Blood House (Hesterglock Press, 2015). She co-edits the poetry/flash fiction pamphlet Boscombe Revolution and Westside HERstory. She has a website here: https://thebloodhouse.wordpress.com/