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63 pages, Paperback
Published November 1, 2014
For years you kept your accent(p.4)
in a box beneath the bed,
the lock rusted shut by hours of elocution
My interest in you became geological.(p.43)
Pulling on your wellingtons to walk the dog in the rain,
you were granite, durable, funereal almost.
Under bath water, you were the agate
I found on Brighton beach as a child, sleek
and mottled as seal's skin.
At other times you seemed a rarer gem
That last summer before school robbed language(p.48)
from my mouth and parcelled it up in endless
Ladybird Books, you made me a boat of words
and pushed us off from the jetty into the Sea of Talk
[I have] conducted science's great experiments(p.49)
using darkened cupboards, plastic cups and cress
and unhooked a high window on a stuffy day
and heard the room's breath,
I have measured time by paper snowflakes,
blown eggs, bereft cocoons
and waved goodbye in summer so many times
that even in September my heart is June.