(Poem) spirit by Jhilimil Breckenridge

Jhilmil Breckenridge

i know when spirit stills

it is when the eagle perches,

tearing flesh held in one claw

the crow patiently waiting

i know when spirit stills

it is when clouds are mottled cream

painted onto the blue mulmul kurta

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(Poem) What We Leave Behind. Or Don’t. In response to CD Wright’s poem “Our Dust” by Jhilmil Breckenridge

Mummy Portrait Of a Girl, from Roman Egypt https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_funerary_practices

Mummy Portrait Of a Girl, from Roman Egypt

I was the poet of short-tailed cats and yellow
line paint.
Of satellite dishes and Peterbilt trucks. Red Man
—C. D. Wright

I am your ancestor. You know
nothing about me.
There is no need
for you to know my faint
upper lip hair, the mole
on my hairline, my favourite
perfume, or my favourite flower.

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Meet Mago Contributor Jhilmil Breckenridge

Jhilmil Breckenridge

Jhilmil Breckenridge

Jhilmil Breckenridge is a poet, writer and activist who speaks out about mental health, incarceration and abuse. She has just completed her MA in Creative Writing from the University of Westminster. Her poems often worry about issues of feeling lost in a changing world, the immigrant or foreign experience, love and loss and longing, and nostalgia for times gone by. When she is not writing, she is chasing clouds and rainbows with her iPhone.