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"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde

The missionary position

They’re still not very good, but then my NaPoWriMo poems are being written under great pressure, as I clear work away before I join an Arvon course next week and then begin fieldwork for Three Jos in a Boat. The main thing I am working on, with esteemed colleague Jonathan Davidson, is the programme for Ledbury Poetry Festival 2011. Roll on July. In the meantime here’s another something started in Anglesey last month.

Interruptions

I’m in the garden of a house I don’t know well
and there’s a lot of shagging going on.
The pigeons bustle;
bumblebees look mighty purposeful
and the forsythia shakes tellingly.

A pheasant lands, vague as a freemason
and impregnates his hen with nonchalance
as if reading the paper.
Under our feet the badgers are at it
having sex in setts

but we’ve no business with business like theirs.
We’re drawn around a bench
to eat a birthday cake, to sing:
taking the missionary position as we start
to speak of love, this disembodied day.

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