Following the death of her husband, artist Susie MacMurray created a dress made entirely of pins.
You’ll find me glittering in doorways,
waiting, like a bride, to snag everyone’s eye.
As a bride, I stood through countless fittings,
knew the hopeful calculations of the measuring tape -
now I’ve taken shears to dreams, watched beads
of blood swell and break on the fingertips
of those who re-stitched the seams. Watch me
thread my way across the room. In my wake,
a shivering train, the clicking grief
of one hundred thousand adamantine pins.
From a distance they’re glossy with light,
lie like a pelt. Touchable. Come closer –
held in the smooth weight of each head,
a fleck of memory, the tight edge of a tear.
This poem was first published in Mslexia.
Victoria Gatehouse is a Yorkshire-based poets whose work has featured in numerous magazines and anthologies. She originally trained as a scientist before working on her MA in Poetry from MMU. Victoria is particularly obsessed by the garment sculptures and installations of Suzie MacMurry who’s work she first encountered during a poetry course at Manchester Art Gallery. She has a pamphlet forthcoming with Valley Press and does voluntary work as a Library Ambassador for Calderdale.
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