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Best Poems Written by Katie-Jayne Boardman

Below are the all-time best Katie-Jayne Boardman poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Magnolia Bedspread

The mirror showed
a Chinese lady pedalling a bike
in a pink kimono

The mirror showed
trees bowing
to a tropical (pina colada) lake

The mirror showed
a pink bedspread
losing her magnolias

The mirror showed
me grabbing your arm
and twisting it backwards

the moment when we pretended
to be real ballerinas
shows in the mirror

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The Seashore

The seashore lets through cracks of light
And is the cradle of a bird in endless flight
Loss to the bounds of sea and sky 
Plummeting and barreling through invisible doors
Hoping to always reach a higher epiphany of being
The seashore is the entrance way to all of this and more
As I stand with my feet in the sand
And beckon the gods to show me all that they are
The shells made of infinitesimally tiny glittering particles
Open up their eyes and open their souls 
Asking me to trace their loving back into the beginning of time

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The Metaphorical Layer

I am a spirit
I shatter the dis-ambience of the country
with a flick of my fingers
a stone dashes for a ridge
with a tender tickle
trees rattle their drum branches
with the tip of my pinkie
I raise a rainbow to its potential
with the grasp of my hand
a tornado chews up cows
the length of my limbs
hurls waves towards their certain demise
my breath gives a sigh
to the wearied sheep dog
luxuriating atop a fenced-in hill
I was human once.
Do I perpetuate nature 
out of resentment
or from kindness 
It’s sure I’m invisible
but you’ll feel me
as hail strikes your bare neck

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Elegy For Triangles and Squares

A science teacher (of all people) taught me
that triangles and squares were once in unity
they were lines that cosied together
like a fistful of newly risen feathers

But the triangle became infatuated
with the wedge between two numbers
on a clock and it graduated

The square crushed crazily 
on the symmetrical corners of a box
and grew three more lines fatally

a mathematician congratulates the tringle and square
for their courageous transformation- they cannot compare
a philosopher considers 
that the shapes could get the jitters
a romanticist mourns the loss of two lines
who were as interlocked as vines

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Autumn Day

Seasons change.
Dead leaves are dead leaves.
The sky is the comforter
Born new every morning
A steady unending
Backdrop to endings.
A sky to fall back on
So you can keep falling.
Dead leaves are sucked up
Into the tunnel of light.
I had not seen a monarch
All summer; and now one appears
Driving pollen from the bulb
So that colours may live on.
The autumn day
Blends the memories of
A summer full of love
With the bitter-sweet enlightenment
That I am all alone.

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Questions For a Stranger Ii

Who is your god?
Who is your friend?
I could sit here for eternity
Asking questions like
Who is your lover?

Do you feel the shade of a linden tree between your lips?
Do you trust a swan gliding across a lake?
Do you read poetry at sundown or sunup?
Do you like the fusing of words?
Do you like the fusing of worlds?

If so, what is the difference?
Who is your lover?
Who is your god?
Who is your friend?
Who is your-my-self?

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Fire

City lights are diamantes
On a black-sand beach  

The bonfire is a driftwood woman
With shattered bones and teeth

We are a 
                Clan
That sends gunpowder to the sea

Fireworks are water globes
That implode

Just out of reach

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Connoisseur

Note: this poem is in the form of 'bref double' but they don't have it on the list.


You are a connoisseur of wine and eyes
Are you looking at me, through me, or past me?
A living ghost with formidable prowess
Or is sight in your head and are you blind?

Though your intention is to render a scene
Art is in the eye of the beholder of thine
The stories that you tell by sitting so serene
Form the labyrinth to unravel in your mind. 

The desert of your hair is swallowed by famished skies
They are an inky throbbing throat of greed
Each swell of hair a mound of desert gone to seed
Wild man you are redeemer to your kind

Are you an artist or is art your disguise?
The famished skies render you powerless

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You Are Transient

You. You are transient
You are a leaf on a humid summer’s day
Waking to the flutter of the wind.
You. You are transient

You. You are transient
You are a snowflake dashing across the sky
hurried by the icy polar breeze
You. You are transient.

You. You are transient
You are a musical note hailing from a sorprano’s lips
so readily absorbed
and so easily forgotten

You. You are transient
You are a moon whose curve dwindles 
as night darkens 
in stormy repose

You. You are transient
You are a white rose whose fluttering eyelids
engulf the entire forest
Until decay sinks in its teeth

You. You are transient
You are a dancer whose footsteps
are the clipclops of my own feet
until I encounter a different rhythm
on these unruly streets

You. You are transient.
You flutter dash are forgotten
dwindle decay simply disappear.

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Ethereal Angel

For this brief moment 
I am an ethereal angel 
A reality caught between two wings
My heart bared open
For a stranger
To consume
I let him have all of me