Event: Honeymoon Open Mic

You’re invited to the event of a lifetime…

Tuesday, June 19 at 8:30 PM – 10 PM

at the Honeymoon,  1053 N State St, Bellingham WA

Encore performance! Poet Shannon Laws hosts a Honeymoon poetry OPEN MIC followed by her “You Love Me, You Love Me Not” beat poetry program accompanied by stand up bassist, Greg Sherman. Shannon’s fresh sense of humor and quietly erotic poetry highlights the joys and aggravations of mid-life singlehood in this collection of love and love maybe poems. Sure to make you go “LOL” and “OOoooOoo”, a fun night for all.

Sign up at Shannon’s Facebook page or in person at the Honeymoon for a slot to read your own love/not love poetry.

If you missed her debut performance of the set in February you got another chance to catch this unique poetry presentation.   Books will be on hand to purchase.

“Shannon Laws’ poems are ventures, many journeys of the mind and imagination… They also probe the mysteries of the human condition, posing elemental issues: love and death and loss, the aching solitariness of human experience, the straining for meaning, clarity and confirmation, the yearning for contact and connection, and the guises humans adopt in the consequent interchange.”
—Ron Leatherbarrow, Professor of Literature, Whatcom Community College

Shannon Laws with her writing hat on. “But the visor is down!” “You don’t need to see to use the force”

 

 

Poem: Mermaid Rosary

Mermaid by Jerichau-Baumann

 

Mermaid Rosary

by Shannon Laws

 

Our Lady of Wayward Currents
finds her home off the highway
A curious thing to find
a candle flame so deep in the bay

One o’clock sun sets it off
fanned by the hulls of sailor’s vessels

Some call it holy to carry a
love for the ocean
tattooed on your arm
I carry mine in a pocket
with loose change

 

 

Poem: Metaphor Motel

 

Metaphor Motel

by Shannon Laws

 

To break your dry spell
Select a stranger well-formed
absent of rust
Consider the servings
and portions of the meal

Ready the pan, prime the pump
Rest.
Repeat.

Visit the mill together
Break down the wheat
‘til flour dusts the air

Mix with matted hair, various dibbles,
and the sweaty sheets of two queen beds
Smash together until your nose bleeds
and one of you vomits

Pour into grocery store parking lot
Bake 350 degrees, one hour

Confirm only the crow sees you
You should be sore in the morning
No breakfast, just a light rain

 

 

 

 

Poem: Transmission

Recycled spring mattress used to train a vine. Old springs have many reuses in the garden and home.

 

Transmission

by Shannon Laws

 

Deep transmissions travel into the springs

thumbs at the bass wires as you whisper low

Pluck those strings beneath us pulled tight

I’ll listen with my skin

as it vibrates across my back

bounces around the bones of me

Sing to me all night

Poem: Many of One

Many of One

by Shannon Laws

 

I’m going to take your hands on date
Shhhhh….
It’s a secret
I’ll take them to dinner
and feed them melons

Then I’m going to date your eyes
the four of us will visit the pier
watch the sunset
wait for the first star

Your lips are next
both the top and bottom

 Don’t tell the others

 

 

 

Thailand Rug/Sea Feast 2017

You’re invited to…

Sea Feast 2017
September 22-23rd in Bellingham, WA

I’ve signed up to FisherPoet the heck out of Sea Feast again! Here is a shanty poem I’m working on for the event.

 

Thailand Rug

by Shannon Laws

Take off your dungaree jacket
come and sit by the high fire
warm yourself for brisket
dry ‘yer socks for tomorra’

You are a sailor not a farm to toil
around the globe you float on your mistress sea
let salt water then heal your gashes
You’ll only get good soil from me

My blood is full of vinegar
shake it on top ‘yer cod
fork a big bite for your mouth to light
then perhaps you’ll meet your god

Truly the Lord lives in the fish,
fillet batter and flake-white
Rest your head on my bosom port
Tie a tail to your colorful kite

Let’s rip the sheets up tonight, love
then move onto the floor
to cut up the Thailand rug, dear
that’s really from Singapore

Oh rest your head on top my bosom port
tie your boat to my nested lap
tell those sweeties on faraway shores
you’re in love, dear, and won’t be back

 

Harunobu, Suzuki (c.1725-1770) detail, “Fisherman Making Love to a Partly Clothed Girl on His Boat” Woodblock, Japan

Poem: Handcraft

leaf

Handcraft

I hide my hands from my lover
Dripping in apple’s wine
The season is now morning
And you do not harvest

I shall pick the fruit
Forgotten by my lover
I shall reap the rewards
Of the farmer’s labor

Dance across the leaves
That shine with dew
Hop along the river
A trail you once knew

Poem: Another God

bed-space

Another God

by Shannon Laws

I cannot sleep
next to you
The porch light
on the other side
of the curtains
tricks me awake

You look frozen on a canvas,
painted in oils by a master,
shadows lightly brush your shape

I study the back of your head
your ear lobe
a quiet beating vein
the hairline along the neck

There’s a frame of freckles
below the shoulder blade
They look like Orion poised
with bow, arrow aimed upward

I am not your Merope taken by blind force
I am Andromeda, wrists wrapped in iron
ready for monsters to decide loves fate

Gods visit the sheets of women
a vacation from eternity
Taste the finite in the kiss,
wipe their mouths with times mist

I will lose you as I lost others

Tonight your constellation glows in porch light,
while I dream of everything I cannot have

 


orion
Orion in the night sky. The second constellation I learned as a kid after the Big Dipper. It gives me comfort to find these two in the same night, then I know I’m home.

 

Note:

Merope [mer-uh-pee]  was the daughter of Dionysus’s son Oenopion, king of Chios; Orion fell in love with her, and Oenopion refused to give her up, instead having him blinded. Orion regained his sight and sought vengeance, but was killed by Artemis, or by a scorpion, or by some other means (one of many versions of the story).

Poem: Misfits

MARILYN MONROE AND CLARK GABLE ON THE SET OF THE FILM MISFITS BY CORNELL CAPA.
MARILYN MONROE AND CLARK GABLE ON THE SET OF THE FILM MISFITS BY CORNELL CAPA.

 

Misfits

evening sun sets
on my chest
light moves
over slow breaths

empty pubs play
lonely string songs
in three keys

do you know my hymn
can I sing your tune
separated by
table and fret, an
empty bent glass

I play a wink
you play the moon
in the middle
we never meet

Our ships are set to sink.

a late lonely moan
played by a single guitar
a pen scratches paper
along a hardened heart

drag at the end of a sentence
my fingers test your cowlick

 

 

Poem: the many layers of my lover

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the many layers of my lover

by Shannon Laws

coat
vest
shirt
undershirt
slacks
skin
heart and soul
bones hold the universe
rich dark pother pour out the eyes

shine on my planets
bring warmth to those hidden seeds
grow a budding forest
my river returns your pull
drink from the ocean
the home of all water

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