Six Poets: Isobel Dixon
“This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me,” whispered the Rat, as if in a trance.
‘The Piper at the Gates of Dawn’ from The Wind in the Willows
Rickenbacker, Farfisa, Fender —
planetary incantation, sinister
slide guitar. Zippo your mirrored Esquire’s
strings till they singe the air. Variable stars,
you’re burning up the UFO; the Roundhouse roars
in borrowed dream-time. Enter brassy Mars;
Pan leads the interstellar entourage,
tells Saturn that Miranda is a dream.
A saucerful of tunes captures the moon’s
transitions. Neptune, Jupiter, shine on
and their midsummer groupies crowd and swoon,
but wake to realise that Pluto’s gone.
The spokes of the galaxy whirr and gleam.
The lost son of Otter wheels home again.
from The Tempest Prognosticator (Salt, 2011)
Isobel Dixon’s collections The Tempest Prognosticator and A Fold in the Map are published by Salt. Her work is featured in Birdbook I, and Psycho Poetica (published by Sidekick Books), Penguin’s Poems for Love and Salt’s Best of British Poetry 2011. She co-wrote and performed in The Debris Field (published by Sidekick Books). www.isobeldixon.com