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- Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
The figures that judder in and out of sight and mind in these compressed yet oddly lucid poems are real and imagined, loved and reviled, fathered and childless, and sinned against or sinning. From patio cracks, plugholes, and grottos of lights, they emerge aslant – inviting us to peer just beyond the safe places.
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Published 2021 by
Smith|Doorstop Books
The Poetry Business
Campo House,
54 Campo Lane,
Sheffield S1 2EG
Copyright © Ben Bransfield 2021
All Rights Reserved
ISBN 978-1-912196-54-8
ePub ISBN 978-1-912196-55-5
Typeset by The Poetry Business
Printed by Biddles, Sheffield
Smith|Doorstop Books are a member of Inpress:
www.inpressbooks.co.uk
Distributed by NBN International, 1 Deltic Avenue,
Rooksley, Milton Keynes MK13 8LD
The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.
Contents
Go-Kart
Uncle David
The Twangers
Nan and Granddad’s
Joe
Blundellsands
The Afterlife
Elizabeth Crescent
Powder Closet
Ann Salt, 30, and Martha Moors, 51, imprisoned six months for stealing a shirt. January 31, 1825.
A Rag Man
In his Garden
October
Refresher Course
Benicàssim
To King Ferdinand III of Castile, upon entering the Mezquita of Córdoba, 1236.
Tomatoes
Former Tenant
Delivery
Dogs dream
Lamprey
Bread
Paros
Notes
for my family,
with love
Go-Kart
We flew through our youth on its bolted back
of scrap wood and salvaged pushchair wheels,
tacked carpet tiles. Slow in that secret shed,
his workbench clamped the parts that met other parts
to bear a grandson’s weight. We pulled the thing
like a dog on a lead up Cockshutt Lane to the Birch
where the see-saw and roundabout wanted our touch,
where the rusting rocket rocker that we’d climb astride
got no more than a look. Here for free fall, for the fast air,
to test what had been built, unable to think beyond
the setting off. To go faster we had to share, to bolt together,
to sit between each other’s legs and quicken down there,
pull both strings taut lean back as one and steer.
Uncle David
At Southport Pleasureland,
the apple of the Caterpillar ride
behind your grey puffer jacket.
I was no longer six or seven
but there you were, tiptoeing,
beaming at the Big Dipper,
screamers who would survive.
You, about to take my hand,
