Poem
Simon Barraclough
\'The damage cats do\'
\'The damage cats do\'
The damage cats do.
The hedgerow pogroms.
The examples made of shrew,
of sparrow; the redbreast
darkened to clawed mauve.
That Easter morning,
black and chill,
I stepped onto the lawn
to find the stricken Sun,
pounced upon at dawn,
batted and battered,
rayless and foetal.
The hedgerow pogroms.
The examples made of shrew,
of sparrow; the redbreast
darkened to clawed mauve.
That Easter morning,
black and chill,
I stepped onto the lawn
to find the stricken Sun,
pounced upon at dawn,
batted and battered,
rayless and foetal.
© 2015, Simon Barraclough
From: Sunspots
Publisher: Penned in the Margins, London
From: Sunspots
Publisher: Penned in the Margins, London
Simon Barraclough
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1966)
Simon Barraclough is one of the generation of poets who came out of the workshops of the legendary Michael Donaghy. It’s a disparate band of poets who all write very differently, characterised to differing extents by an interest in form, wordplay, humour and wide-ranging cultural reference. Barraclough’s work is wry and witty, steeped in pop culture, bathos and – increasingly – science as a way...
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\'The damage cats do\'
The damage cats do.The hedgerow pogroms.
The examples made of shrew,
of sparrow; the redbreast
darkened to clawed mauve.
That Easter morning,
black and chill,
I stepped onto the lawn
to find the stricken Sun,
pounced upon at dawn,
batted and battered,
rayless and foetal.
From: Sunspots
\'The damage cats do\'
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