In honour of Christopher Reid winning the Costa Book Award with a collection of poems I have decided to put a poem of mine in my blog.
I found it yesterday in a file of Very Old Work.
An Old Theme
Death came looking for me
He was a slight man
Staring wildly out of the windscreen
Of a seething lorry. Rushing
Up pavements and harassing women of
With hunched shoulders and curled mouths
But I was busy:
Stopped to pick up a piece of metal
Shining with promise on the pavement
While Death, his tattered shoe on
Hit a bank clerk from Redbridge instead.
Anne Cassidy circa (clue in the age) 1987