It isn’t just at night the moon sheds its skin. All day
you can watch white dust catch the light as it settles
on the world, turning distance the watery blue of faded
colour photographs. How long can this go on?
Each year the moon grows lighter while we grow heavier.
Can you not feel it as you walk the streets, how gravity deepens
and there always appears to be more to us than we know there is?
Each new step more arduous. Have you not noticed
how year by year the tides abandon us? Each month
the blood less eager to flow; each month the pain more distant,
more unreal. The day might come when you will forget
your suffering, and reach out to it.
Windfall
What is love if it is not an unravelling
against the dark? In the moonless field
between house and river, remember
how you stood with your arms
wide to the night, under every tumid
star, waiting for one to drop.
The Darkroom
im WK
If I am the one who is said to be
alive, and you the other, how come it’s me
who ends up trailing along behind
as you stride ahead, humming
to yourself, crossing from shade to shadow?
Every morning I wake
longing for you to long for me again;
to dawdle, to loiter, and then – to hell
with the cost, I say – look back.
My Mother’s Favourite Flower
threadworn, tawdry stuff, of next to little use.
If only it could bring itself to give us back
a portion of the things we would have fallen
for, but always too busy living, overlooked
and missed. So many small things missed.
So many brief, important things.
It is my intention never to write about this.
Elegy
and now that
his song is done
open your hands
there can be no
harm in that
let the notes go free
let them become
ash in the wind
gone back
not to nothing
no
to everything
The Walkers
As soon as we had died, we decided to walk home.
A white tatterflag marked where each journey began.
It was a slow business, so much water to be crossed,
so many dirt roads followed. We walked together but alone.
You must understand – we can never be passengers any more.
Even the smallest children had to make their own way
to their graves, through acres and acres of sunflowers
somehow no longer pretty. A soldier cradled a cigarette, a teddy bear
and his gun. He didn’t see us pass, our light was far too thin.
But beyond it all, the voices of our loved ones called
so we flowed through borders like the wind through railings
and when impassable mountains marked the way,
soared above their peaks like flocks of cloud, like shoals of rain.
In time the fields and woods grew weary and the sea began –
you could tell we were home by the way our shadows leaned.
We gathered like craneflies in the windowlight of familiar rooms,
grieving for all the things we could never hold again.
Forgive us for coming back. We didn’t travel all this way
to break your hearts. We came to ask if you might heal the world.
Notes
Abaton: ‘. . . a town of changing location. Though not inaccessible, no one has ever reached it . . . ’ – The Dictionary of Imaginary Places by Alberto Manguel and Gianni Guadalupi.
The Skylark – the epigraph is taken from the autobiography of John Muir.
The Ghost Train – loosely based on the lives of the filmmakers John and Roy Boulting.
The Lost Boy – The poem is based on Sonatorrek (Loss of Sons) from Egil’s saga and is written in the Viking ballad-metre ‘kviðuháttr’.
The Iraqi Elements – tanur – a wood-fired oven.
Monster – the epigraph is taken from a letter written by Mary Wollstonecraft to her husband on August 30th, 1797, the day Mary Shelley was born.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Individual poems have appeared in the following publications:
13 Magazine, BODY, Earthlines, Entanglements, The Lampeter Review, The New Edinburgh Review, Gutter, Heavenly Bodies, Ploughshares, The Spectator, Atlanta Review, Irish Pages, Northwords Now, Transnational Literature.
Several poems were first published in collaboration with the photographer Alastair Cook in Everything We Have Ever Missed.
‘A Pint of Light’ was published by Bradford on Avon Arts Festival.
‘Self Portrait in a Dirty Window’ and ‘Primroses’ were commissioned for the The Hunterian Gallery, Glasgow.
‘The Flight into Egypt’ was commissioned for the Felix Festival, Antwerp.
‘The Skylark’ was originally published as a postcard poem by Alastair Cook.
‘The Ghost Train’ was commissioned for the anthology Double Bill.
‘The Lost Boy’ was commissioned by the Department of Anglo-Saxon, Norse and Celtic at the University of Cambridge for Modern Poets on Viking Poetry and subsequently produced as a filmpoem by Alastair Cook.
‘The Big Push’ was commissioned by the Fleming Gallery, London and subsequently produced as an animated film.
‘Our Dad’ was commissioned by Kevin Reid for his anthology The Lord’s Prayer.
‘The Iraqi Elements’ and ‘The Doldrums’ were translated during translations workshops in Shaqlawa, Iraq, as part of the Reel Iraq 2013 initiative. Many thanks to Lauren Pyott for writing the bridge translations.
‘The Walkers’ was commissioned by the Dutch filmmaker Judith Dekker.
The Golden Mean
JOHN GLENDAY’S first collection, The Apple Ghost,
won a Scottish Arts Council Book Award and his second,
Undark, was a Poetry Book Society Recommendation.
His most recent collection, Grain (Picador, 2009),
was also a Poetry Book Society Recommendation and
was shortlisted for both the Ted Hughes Award
and the Griffin International Poetry Prize.
Also by John Glenday
The Apple Ghost
Undark
Grain
First published 2015 by Picador
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