Poem of the Month, ‘My Head’ by TJ Wilkshire


This piece is part of our ongoing series 'Poem of the Month'. Every month, the Writer's Edit team selects their favourite submission and provides detailed feedback to the author.

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My Head by TJ Wilkshire

For Depression

I know you are picking your feathers,
hurting like hell, warbling a lonely song.

Chainsaw screeches waft through gum leaves.
The pool is half-full but spring has only just landed,

nesting in the corners of bricks
and sticking to timber floors.

We are magpies together; common, suburban.
Our legs are black: yours stained from birth,

mine blackened by ink. Brown eyes, blue eyes.
We are shy but not together and so

our banter sings, carolling like summer storms.
You have left though your body still lingers, hollowed

with a twig still clenched in your beak.
I call for you, from my nest, for fourteen days

but your absence makes you deaf like addiction
and now I’m hurting like hell, like last year.

We dip aggressively in and out of days, swooping comfort.
Our monochrome colours making Mondrian marks on our skin.

TJ Wilkshire

TJ Wilkshire is a twenty-something Brisbane based artist and writer. She graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Writing and English Literature and is currently studying the WEP Masters at the University of Queensland. Her work focuses on birds and she hopes to one-day turn into one. Wilkshire's poetry has been published on Peril and Uneven Floor, and also won the NotJack Competition.

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