Joanna Ingham writes poetry and fiction. She grew up in Suffolk and has recently returned to live there after 20 years in London and Hertfordshire. Naming Bones, her debut pamphlet, was published by Ignition Press in 2019 and she won the Paper Swans Press Single Poem Competition in 2020. She has worked in community arts, facilitating creative writing workshops in a wide variety of settings. She lives with her husband and daughter.
Ovarium. Poems
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- Nombre de pages36
- FormatePub
- ISBN978-1-915628-05-3
- EAN9781915628053
- Date de parution09/06/2022
- Protection num.Adobe DRM
- Taille1 Mo
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurThe Emma Press
Résumé
Tender, loving and visceral, Ovarium is a pamphlet of poems about a giant ovarian cyst. The poet charts her journey with the cyst, from diagnosis to surgery to recovery, via a landscape of scanner rooms and hospital wards.
The poems explore the impact of illness, and the body as a site of disgust and shame but also healing and endurance. Ingham's poems are forensic as she looks at the disorientating and sometimes patriarchal language of anatomy and medicine, and the way illness can change the relationship we have with our own bodies.
I tried to think of you as fruit, growing
against the sun-warm wall of my gut.
Melon-headed, you nudged the leafy organs,
dug out a place for yourself in the plot.
I never guessed.
I was only bloody earth to you, a coldframe full of light. - from 'Cyst'
I was only bloody earth to you, a coldframe full of light. - from 'Cyst'