Monthly Archives: January 2014

Pantry

Posted on January 27, 2014 by beckydeans

I can’t remember when I wrote this, but it’s from around 1998. Pantry Brick-red eggs stand in line On grey crown cups. Earthenware pots glare outwards. Boxes nestle Cardboard on cardboard. Spoons lie icy. Our faces distort In the harsh … Continue reading →

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Hikikomori

Posted on January 19, 2014 by beckydeans

Thank you to my cousin, Ben Wain, and to Marianne Arnot for naming this poem I wrote at our writers’ workshop! Hikokomori The light plays I play with light light envelops us all and ensnares us   I hide in the … Continue reading →

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Night sounds

Posted on January 12, 2014 by beckydeans

Night Sounds I may have been reading too much Norman MacCaig when I wrote this… The late night radio Hums a grave slave rave. The old set cackles, But will not give up. And the central heating Heaves around pipes … Continue reading →

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Mrs Thomas de Quincey

Posted on January 4, 2014 by beckydeans

What happened when Thomas told William Wordsworth about his new wife? Mrs Thomas de Quincey ‘Not quite the right sort’ The report of the poet with a Phd In snobbery, the Lakeland straight man William Wordsworth. ‘What are you thinking, … Continue reading →

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