#molly peacock

[revmeg]

“The Land of Veils” by Molly Peacock

Beth carefully carves the pears into her plastic bowl while I talk to her mother. Beth looks directly at our eyes, but we blur into the foreground, and Beth blurs toward another land of her own. “You are very grown-up indeed, slicing that fruit so nicely,” I think she’d like me to think before her mother and I speed far away through the waters, then land and strike our tents on the shore of the chest and thighs of so-and-so’s ballet instructor. The talk of women, the thousand dim kitchens I sighed in the backgrounds of, hoping just once to stalk the animals of my mother’s friends’ desires-- Beth is doing it just right; she does not commit the sin of commotion; she aspires toward a grown-up task (fruit salad); she will blot herself all up until she is a ghost among the veils and veils and veils of omen laughing in their tents along the coast  of experience, the ripe persimmons of acknowledged fantasy in their hands, until the land of her own we believe Beth is in is among our burnishing lands. 

#Molly Peacock #lit #poetry #Raw Heaven

[red-ibis-red]

They sailed back to North America from Liverpool on the Lake Simcoe that October. The ship ploughed through huge waves—fourteen days of roiling side to side and meals flying off plates.

—Molly Peacock, Flower Diary

#lit #molly peacock

[mumblingsage]

The Silver It Always Is

What if we imagine loss as being overcome with the urge to give everything away? There, now we have a shape for filling. Hold on, let's not fill it with the same thing. Let's wait for the shape of that emptiness to soften, as arms loosen their embrace, as clothes loosen, as lips part to confess then reconsider and curve in the face of what won't come back – not a broad smile, simply a change from the grim line, the small upturn,  as a leaf revealing its belly to a breeze shows the silver color it always is, except now we notice it and notice how the tree is prepared to give everything away.

Molly Peacock, The Second Blush

#poetry #Molly Peacock #grief

[judgingbooksbycovers]

The Widow's Crayon Box: Poems

By Molly Peacock.

#The Widow's Crayon Box #Molly Peacock #books #book covers

[clavainov]

Putting a Burden Down — Molly Peacock (from Take Heart, 1989)

Putting a burden down feels so empty you almost want to hoist it up again, for to carry nothing means there is no “me”

almost. Then freedom, like air, creeps in as into a nearly airtight house, estranging you and your burden, making a breach to leap in,

changing an airless place into a landscape, an outdoors so full of air it leaves you breathless, there’s so much to breathe. Now you escape

what you didn’t even know had held you. It’s so big, the outside? How will you ever carry it? No, no, no, you are only meant to live in it.

This wide plain infused with a sunset? Here? With distant mountains and a glittering sea? With distant burdens and a glittering “me,” here.

#Molly Peacock #putting a burden down #poetry #uploaded bc couldn't find any versions on here

[ukdamo]

Hot Day in Agrigento

Molly Peacock

Temples look like discarded alphabets. We loved lying in their shadows lazily deciphering and resting and laying bets

on what they really were for. Easily caught by fantasy, we no longer cared why they were there, just that they were. Happy

to sit down and drink the water we shared (having lugged our plastic bottle, and hats, and camera, through the human dung bared

right there in the sun—where else could you get relief with no toilets?) we guzzled it down and splashed it on our arms, hands, legs, and necks.

A girl in dirty, expensive clothes found us with the bottle and asked us for some. I said no. As she left, a gagging smell wound

its way out from the bottle’s damp lung. I’ve often been asked to give what I’ve saved, but under the temple I said no, numbed

against the girl, like one of those bridesmaids who kept her oil in the Bible story and was safe for the night. I’d hated those maids

until I became one in my story, the shape of the character I’d searched for surprising me as the temples did: See

how golden but pocked they’ve become, nor are they quite decipherable anymore, at least to those who forget what they’re for,

which is worship, the greed of prayer. “So that’s who you are,” my friend said. “Thirsty?” With him I drank, not quite the maid in the story,

but in her shadow, like letters at rest in new words on a palimpsest.

#poetry #molly peacock #agrigento #friends #sharing #resources #guarding #character #change #refusal #outlook

[polyanthea]

            not quite the maid in the story, but in her shadow, like letters at rest   in new words on a palimpsest.

-Molly Peacock, “A Hot Day in Agrigento”

#molly peacock #poem #palimpsest #letters #alphabet #narrative #layer #repetition #life imitates art #recombination #reconstitution #rewriting

[drakkonyan]

not 100% happy with how these turned out so some old fakemon to compensate

#tgamm #the ghost and molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #scratch #scratch the ghost #scratch tgamm #hoodie #gw chairan #tgamm chairman #tgamm gc #fakemon #turkey #peacock #casoary #my art

[beauregardlionett]

“he was a rainbow man that represented life at its fullest” - nott “long may he reign” - beau “shine bright circus man” - caleb

#fucking sobbing on the floor they all loved him so much #molly my beloved peacock #cr #critical role #c2e27 #beaureblogs #m9 rewatch #mollymauk tealeaf

[dailyskullgirls]

Postcard Illustrations by Kinuko

#skullgirls #venus #feng #cerebella #minette #peacock #molly #marie #eliza #filia #dviolet #kinuko

[revmeg]

...no one lifts the hem of our privacy. It is a godless, childless world we sleep in, relieved that we are relieved of faith and responsibility, though that means there's no one to watch us and therefore bless us. And so I clamber through my eyes, then fly out from my head to bless, if I can, our sheeted chamber, gawking from the ceiling at us in our bed.

from “World We Sleep In” in Raw Heaven: Poems by Molly Peacock, p. 52

#Raw Heaven #Molly Peacock #poetry #lit

[dent-de-leon]

In light of Yasha getting a peacock feather tattoo for Molly, I am once again thinking of how she was there when Molly got most of his. How Tealeaf and Yasha could've gone and gotten more together after the campaign. How Mollymauk came out as genderfluid when he first got his peacock feathers; the fact that she really knows just how much they mean to him--

Did Kingsley go with Yasha when she got her peacock tattoo?? Did he give her a little playful poke in return, ask for the story? Does he still have his? ....Or is this very recent. Does Kingsley know, has he seen it yet? How does it make his heart feel, to know that he was loved so much in another life, Beau and Yasha both got matching tattoos of his--

#critical role spoilers #mighty nein spoilers #mollymauk tealeaf #kingsley tealeaf #yasha #i just...have a lot of feelings about this... #yasha must have got those peacock feathers cause out of all the tattoos she knew they meant the most to molly-- #how would king feel-- #has he gotten a tattoo for her in turn--

[mumblingsage]

Pink Paperclip

A pink plastic paperclip lies prone on

The counter, its curve-return-curve

out of reach of the dishcloth: I miss it

as I swipe the crumbs into the trash

with my ruthless urge to order.

My husband comes by, saying

"I've got a foster home for paperclips,"

and takes it to his room, to a little box

where it waits in readiness,

the color of a girl's barrette.

I might have chucked it, 

and this is why the gods terrify me. 

Yet they merely interest him, among all

The other beings in the world, including me, 

whom he still finds useful,

even inspiring my new goal:

to personify everything, 

each in the bloom of its use, 

becoming a poet after all.

-Molly Peacock, The Second Blush. 

#Molly Peacock #poetry #a sort of sequel to The Man. His Bowl. His Raspberries #I will be the paperclip-rescuerer in all my relationships

[sapphicsukeve]

“You deserved that.” 🔥

#eastenders #sapphicsukeve #molly rainford #anna knight #george knight #colin salmon #harriet thorpe #elaine peacock #bobby beale #freddie slater #bobby brazier #francesca henry #gina knight #ian beale #adam woodyatt #cindy beale #michelle collins

[ukdamo]

A Hot Day in Agrigento

Molly Peacock

Temples look like discarded alphabets.   We loved lying in their shadows lazily   deciphering and resting and laying bets

on what they really were for. Easily   caught by fantasy, we no longer cared why they were there, just that they were. Happy

to sit down and drink...

#agrigento #sicily #greek temples #archaeology #pagan #worship #visitors #musings #poetry #molly peacock

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

PSA- Always quarantine your new fish, mutuals.

See the tags for a lovely late night rant because I’m stressed the fuck out 💃🏾

#I have a lovely 20 gallon tank in my room #it has kuhli loaches and shrimp and otocinclus #a clown poach I never see named Marvin #and two peacock gudgeons #one of which I got recently #one that I should have quarantined but didn’t because I’m lazy and didn’t think I’d need to #because I’ve never had issues with not quarantining fish before #but I got this fish from work and we’ve been dealing with ich #and I realized the day after I got her that the tank she came from had mollys that were infected 🙃 #a couple days later she has it too #for those that don’t know #ich is a VERY contagious parasite in fish #and it will eventually kill your fish if left untreated #I’ve never dealt with it before so I’m stressed tf out and just spent almost the last of my money for a top recommended medication #to tray and treat it #I could have gotten a cheaper brand but #I don’t want to risk killing any of my more sensitive fish and my shrimp because I will cry if that happens #I could treat it by turning up the temperature in my tank to like 86 degrees f #but that could ALSO potentially kill my fish/shrimp #so expensive medication was the best option #I’ve been thinking about just taking this tank down tbh #I feel like there’s always something going wrong with it from this to filters breaking to a snail infestation #but I’m not giving up yet #unless something dies #then I’ll be giving up on it 🥲 #tag rant #personal #fish keeping #I meant clown loach* not poach