Florence Welch

hopes to be mistaken for a ghost: 
dresses, taffeta, lace, laissez-faire 
attitude to corporeal form

I once watched her scale
a lighting rig, fine that time 
but the next night she fell

wailing already, then came pain 
and the film crew, through fingers 
yelled cut

Lily Blacksell is a poet living in London. Her poems have appeared in Poetry Review, BOMB Magazine, Poetry Wales and elsewhere. She runs a poetry and music night called Canon Fodder. Her two pamphlets are There’s No Such Thing (ignition press) and Stressed, Tested (Rough Trade Books). Her first full-length collection, Life Immediately, is published by Bloodaxe Books.