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If We Could Speak Like Wolves
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If We Could Speak Like Wolves was a winner in the 2011 Book & Pamphlet Competition, chosen by Carol Ann Duffy, and was selected as one of the Independent's Books of the Year in 2012.
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The Ferryman
They were waiting on the shore,
some with mobiles in their hands,
the words they thought
theyād have the chance to say
sitting round and smooth
like stones inside their mouths,
Ā
some on hands and knees,
feeling for spectacles, eyes tight
against the sun, not realising
the dark had gone, and some
sit on chair-shaped rocks,
as if they can still feel the shunt
Ā
of the tube, the doors opening
with a blast of stale air
and all have come too far
but with no way of getting back,
they move forward, the water
washes their feet
Ā
as the ferryman holds up
his hand for them to stop
but being without a tongue
he cannot explain the boat
was only built for twelve
or shout at them to wait,
Ā
to give him the coin that is
somewhere on their person
and now the water is round
their knees and the ones
with phones have said their piece,
they are wading to their waists
Ā
and all the ash has washed away
and their hands are on the boat,
theyāre swimming to the side
or underneath, pushing out
toward the castle half-eaten
by the wind, to the jetty
Ā
with its broken crabs and seaweed
as if they knew the way without him,
and maybe they did because I found
the coins still warm from the heat
of their palms or wet from their mouths,
dropped as if the rules did not exist.
Retirement
The poet has cut his hair
and bought a fl...
Table of contents
- If We Could Speak Like Wolves
- Copyright & Acknowledgements
- Contents
- Walney Channel
- The Moth Hour
- In Praise of Arguing
- The Wolf
- Tuesday at Wetherspoons
- Picnic on Stickle Pike
- Sometimes You Think of Bowness
- Train Journey, Barrow to Sheffield
- The Messiah, St Beeās Priory
- Hartley Street Spiritualist Church
- If We Could Speak Like Wolves
- The Thing
- Swimmer
- Shelley
- The Master Engraver
- Wallace Hartley
- The Ferryman
- Retirement
- Teaching the Trumpet
- The Rabbit and the Moon
- About the Author