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Alison Brackenbury – Shanties
Shanties So these were chanted on slave-ships. Why did I not guess before? Because I hide from just men’s rage, can whistle softly, flick the page, Shenandoah, O Shenandoah. We count our own. Though...
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Alison Brackenbury – 1642
1642 Retired, I could research our English Civil War. Would digging pile dry earth on all I knew before? One street still holds a fair, where it fought off a King. Rocked in Cirencester by siege-guns,...
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Alison Brackenbury – The list
The list One. Make sure you get up on time. Two. Not everything needs to rhyme. Three. Do not fret on all she said, till after coffee, heaped jam, bread. But, as for cleaning, more is more, resist...
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Alison Brackenbury – The invitation
The invitation What are the things I have not done? Driving America seems clear and distant as the moon when I stop my small car. Through March’s dark, a message comes. ‘Do stay with us, and walk the...
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