Here’s two poems about hearts
Located in the chest, somewhere between the lungs and slightly to the left, this muddle mass of bleeding ache this muddle filled with mitre gates this pump to redistribute the energy for breath located in the chest somewhere between the lungs and slightly to the left barrier to head farrier to heart functions without conscious while I rake to find the time when it was mended, seek my interlocuter, rhythm redolent of antirrhinum back forth tick tock heart beat heart beat. located in the chest somewhere between the lungs and slightly to the left this heated heart of argument of flashing eye, of stinging slap, of failed child a one way door to stop me flowing backwards located in the chest somewhere between the lungs and slightly to the left this hollow mass of muscle another fragile breath.
When I think of my heart (these are the beats that made me) I think of a mess and a mass; blood pumped this way and that, bruises, purple and red. Yellow fat lingers, legacy of weak will, descries its moment to strike. When I think of my heart I think of a mess and a mass; hidden under guise of the ox— quiet - beats just enough, no flicker – neighbours might see Flutter of panic or pain. When I think of my heart I think of a mess and a mass; spaghetti junction. Lives cannon in, disturb, abandon, leave scorch lines so deep it falls still. When I think of my heart I think of a mess and a mass; rhythm soothe beat of the sea. Tempo, euphony deepen my song— sung low to you who loved me.
Kathryn Anna Marshall 