saskia kiernan

poetry, art and shiz i've done

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02:28am

Stay awake in the quiet time of night

When the world’s brushed its teeth

And gone to bed

Now you’re left to contemplate

All the stupid things you said

In front of strangers you don’t know

Run out of

Excuses

French exit 

Go

Glimpse the moon

From your windowsill

A thin knife carved behind clouds

Tucked up in your bed and safe

Hidden close to winter’s chill

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Sonnet 181

Shall I compare thee to a fishfinger sandwich?

Thou art more crispy and more delicious.

Rough spreading do shake the darling seeds of dough,

And bread’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the birds eye of mustard shines, 

And often is his yellow complexion hurts;

and every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or ketchup’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal sandwich shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair brown sa’uce,

Nor shall ovens brag thou scorch’in in his heat,

When in eternal lines to time thou seethe.

So long as men can eat, or tongue can taste,

So long shops live, and gives fishfingers to thee.

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Random Poem

If you ask me how I spend my hours,

I could say 

“amongst the flowers”

When really, it’s leads, and screens, and wires

Tangled in knots on the bedroom floor.

There are deadlines to meet, 

And people to see,

But as I talk to you honestly

I’d much rather sand than concrete.

O to be by the sea!

With the breeze brushing my face,

Sandy feet and sea salt hair!

Alas, I am ashamed to declare,

In truth, I’m sat at home on a chair

Writing a poem.

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Losing The Plot

These roots are too deep, I guess I should've known 

Stubborn things planted long ago 

Can't be reaped 

As fast as they're sown. 

I try to pull them out 

But then they snap 

And leave behind bits that remain 

And grow 

To think I cleared out this plot 

Only 6 months ago! 

But here they are again. 

My hands are dirty and my knees need a break, 

Horseradish is tough to eradicate.

It's gnarly fingers point and laugh 

When I lash out in anger 

It just breaks in half. 

I wanted to grow something new this year 

Like raspberries, but no 

They won't grow this near 

To horseradish, 

For it smothers, sprawls, and jeers

There isn't the room for anything new. 

So I dig, 

And dig, 

What more can I do?

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Royal wedding dress - made from charity shop net curtains, lace and a tea towel

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Queen of Poundland - crown made out of chocolate coins, dog poo bag and plastic cutlery

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Here's a really pretty car, I hope it takes you far, I hope it takes you fast and far. Wow, the engines really loud, nobodys gonna hear a thing you say

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Portrait of arctic explorer Peter Freuchen and his wife, fashion illustrator Dagmar Cohn, 1947.

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quarantine mood

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From Nebelspalter, 1929.

The most intriguing vintage masks I’ve encountered are here.

Shiver in wonderment: Weblog ◆ Books ◆ Videos ◆ Music ◆ Etsy

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sum more of my drawing

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GraviDance - Vladimir Kobrin - 2000

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Brutalitat in stein - Alexander Kluge , Peter Schamoni - 1961 - RFA (10min)

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