Alan brought this
for me from my wish list – and enjoying them I am now buying the
whole set of annual Forward Poetry Books
From this collection
just a couple of bits…
Helen Dunmore’s
poem ‘To my nine-year-old self’ includes this image which I found
painful but true -
…
I’d like to say
that we could be friends
but the truth is we
have nothing in common
beyond a few shared
years. I won’t keep you then.
…
Ann Carson’s poem
‘God’s Justice’
In the beginning
there were days set aside for carious tasks.
On the day He was to
create justice
God got involved in
making a dragonful
and lost track of
time.
It was about two
inches long
with turquoise dots
all down its back like Lauren Bacall.
God watched it bend
its tiny wire elbows
as it set about
cleaning the transparent case of its head.
The eye globes
mounted on the case
rotated this way and
that
as it polished every
angle.
Inside the case
which was glassy
black like the windows of a downtown bank
God could see the
machinery humming
and He watched the
hum
travel all the way
down the turquoise dots to the end of the tail
and breathe off as
light.
It black wings
vibrated in and out.
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