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in
pamphlet collection, Lie
of the Land, 2010,
The
Wordsworth Trust
Common Names
Somewhere, there is a spider called Harrison Ford,
another genus known as Orson Welles. The ocean’s full
of seahorses who take their names from racing champs.
Above our heads, a solitary Greta Garbo wasp takes flight.
Each day, someone adopts a killer whale or buys
a patch of moon only to call it Bob and last night,
watching meteors sail drunk across the Grasmere sky,
you told me there are minor planets christened
Elvis, Nietzsche, Mr Spock. So forgive me if I looked up
past your face, to see those nearly-silver drops
make rivers in the dark, and, for a moment,
almost thought there might be stars named after us.
Helen Mort
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Poetry,
Christs
College - Milton,
Poetry
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Poetry
International
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pamphlets -
"Lie of the Land",
The Wordsworth Trust;
"the
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"a pint for the ghost",
tall-lighthouse
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