Thursday, 29 September 2011

Michaelmas heat
a tangle of bicycles
chained to a lamppost

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

rotting windfalls...
the harbour-master's boat
noses upstream

Sunday, 25 September 2011

A packed house of over 100 people filled the East Room of level 7 at Tate Modern last night for the launch of the Poetry from Art at Tate Modern 2011 pamphlet. With contributors such as Karen McCarthy Woolf, Natasha Morgan and Anne Welsh, the poems were excellent and beautifully read.

My own contribution to the pamphlet, which is now available from the Tate Modern shop at the bargain price of £4.95, is below:

The Runners-up

You probably couldn’t guess from looking at the photo
which player in the sky-blue kitted team –
six of whom stand upright, with arms crossed,
behind the hunkering other five –
is fated within weeks to die
while the rest transfer to secondary school.

Nor would you probably pick me out,
blond and mop-topped as I am then, squinting
next to perma-grinning Robert Scott.
It’s the last time I see him. He chases
his family’s spaniel round the garden, not clocking
that the door of their new conservatory’s shut –

and charges straight through, headfirst,
to be floored like a punctured football.

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Leg of Mutton Pond
the grandfather ambles
at his son's pace

Sunday, 11 September 2011

last swallows...
a lad on a Barbie bike
belts downhill