 
last update:
 
 1st Apr 14
        
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poetry favourites:
           
Invective Against Swans
           
Poor Rude Lines
           
London Grip
           
Sheenagh Pugh
           
The Poetry Shed
           
Peony Moon
        
and in the shop…
          
          collections –
          
          “Scion”,
          
          “The Cost of Keys”
          
          and
          
       
          “From the Dark Room”
          
          Cinnamon Press;
          
 
          
          
          
          “Heart Archives”
          
          Hercules Editions;
          
 
          
          
          
          anthologies –
          
          “Seeking Refuge”
          
          Cinnamon Press;
          
          
        
          “Hand Luggage Only”
          
          Open Poetry Ltd;
          
          
          “I was Behind You”
          
          and
          “Cliffs”
          
          Pushkin Press
          
          
          “Of Eros and of Dust”
          
          and
          “As Girls Could Boast”
          
          Oscars Press
          
        
Looking beyond the contrabassoon, timps, strings, 
I see you suddenly in the second row, chin supported 
by your thumb, index admonishing your cheek, 
crook of your third finger beneath your nose 
and I can almost feel your hot dry clasp. 
You can’t be here, of course, listening 
to these shining violins sawing farewell, 
you whom we keep as ash and celluloid 
in high rooms, but my eyes would have you there,
 
shock of white hair, bushy brows, eyes pained 
by this modern noise; the solo flute struggles 
against the loud, white wind of the conductor’s work,
 
the man in the second row moves his hand, 
and his mouth is a stranger as the music tips 
into its climax and the bass clarinet lows 
beneath the brass, saying we all carry our dead
 
with us on a quest for new homes, the klezmer dance
 
in our head propelling us forward, the fiddle pulling us back.