Wild Court

An international poetry journal based in the English Department of King’s College London

Two poems by Emily Bilman




Treading the wild moors for miles
A solitary figure gathered leeches
That would soak sick bodies, purge
Their blood, cleanse, and cure them.
Like the leech-gatherer who refused
To relinquish his quest and assert
His self-reliance, I walked relentlessly
Upon endless sand dunes to reach the sea.

Water, abundant with iron and iodine
Released my breathing and vitalized me. 
On the beryl-beach, I floated on the primal
Waters like a swift marine animal defying
Gravity. I tasted the salty sea-plasma 
And felt complete with earthly joy. 

In my spirit’s independence, I swam
Towards the horizon, floating upon
The oceanic billow, my body bound
To the ocean’s song, each liquid atom
Binding me to mankind. Like the leech 
Gatherer’s heather the sea tamed
With my stout swimming body
Became a harmony of inscape
A recognition generating poetry.


    The Torn Tower


Fireflies shone under the hydrangeas
until, gradually, the glow-spots grew countless 
like the stars in the clear spotless sky 
and their incandescence enchanted me
during my evening meal of grilled fish
sprinkled with olive oil and lemon juice.
Some sweet lettuce leaves were chewed
by myriad leech-teeth when the waiters

started to carry away the empty tray with the glass
of wine and superposed plates like the fireflies 
on the slime-soil soaked with iodine

glad to get their tips for their prospects as they passed
through the iron-wrought gates leading to the open sea
boundless except for a torn tower on a promontory.