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
Last Tuesday
He was a slight man
Staring wildly out of the windscreen
Of a seething lorry. Rushing
Up pavements and harassing women of
Thirty five
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
The accelerator
Hit a bank clerk from Redbridge instead.
Anne Cassidy circa (clue in the age) 1987
5 comments:
Brilliant, Anne! Very Wendy Cope!
Love it! Nx
Nice one!
Leslie
Arresting and creepy, Anne. Let's have more poems, everyone!
Cool poem, Anne! Love the ending... reminds me of one I wrote a few years ago after some idiot knocked me off my bicycle (survived that time).
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