SBT Issue 43
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Poetry Corner<br />
EARLY DOORS<br />
This was when to catch him in good spirits<br />
before the mid-evening rush and jostle,<br />
before the calling for another bottle,<br />
another pint, with hardly time to fill it.<br />
Now he had the time to pass the time of day.<br />
While the unwatched clock cut him some slack<br />
he smoked, talked and joked as he topped up black<br />
patient porter. Liffey water, some would say.<br />
Don knew better, ignored their ignorance<br />
of the Wicklow mountain source. What is true<br />
doesn’t always go down well. Circumstance<br />
dictates that knowledge benefits the few.<br />
He set his clock – ten minutes ahead. Dead<br />
on eleven he’d call time. Enough said.<br />
Introducing Michael Woods<br />
Michael Woods has two<br />
poetry collections published<br />
by Templar Poetry:<br />
Absence Notes and<br />
Algebra. His next, Opening<br />
Time, will be launched in<br />
September 2018 at The<br />
Lamb and Flag in<br />
Worcester and uses the<br />
sonnet form throughout.<br />
Three of these appear<br />
here.<br />
Books available here: www.michaeljwoods.me.uk<br />
Instagram: michaelwoods_poet<br />
CELLAR<br />
All is ordered, ship-shape and clinical<br />
down here – smacks something of Guernsey’s German<br />
underground hospital. We’re learning an<br />
unexpected lesson. Rabbinical,<br />
Garry shows us how to reach the pinnacle<br />
of cellar care, knows when to turn on taps<br />
that mix the gas, can tell with just a slap<br />
how much is in a barrel: finical.<br />
Draymen drop depth-charge beer kegs through the hatch;<br />
they hit the crash mat with a dead-weight thud<br />
but don’t explode. Imagination’s match<br />
is lit - this vault blows up and starts to flood,<br />
becomes the Kursk with no-one left alive;<br />
all this stricken sub can do is dive, dive, dive.<br />
SEISIÚN – I<br />
Ollie Roche is in his early seat,<br />
session leader every Monday night.<br />
Settled on the green bench-end he sips a pint<br />
of bitter, anticipates the craic - the beat<br />
and banter of the lads, who now he greets<br />
as they arrive, tune up, sit in, on song:<br />
Mark, Ally, Helen, Rupert, Beth and John.<br />
Suddenly, the unspoken makes complete<br />
sense as conversation turns to music -<br />
magically, magisterially<br />
in the alembic of charged air. The ludic<br />
night plays on, out – immaterially<br />
able through what’s transmuted and past change<br />
to sing its own condition, find its range.<br />
OPTICS<br />
On my left, Adrian, salmon bandit<br />
and bookies’ favourite. On my right, Steve -<br />
red-braced (Bunter), belted FTSE pundit:<br />
both about to do what no one would believe.<br />
In those days Don sold Packet Ploughman’s Lunch,<br />
a snack of crackers, silverskins and cheese.<br />
Well, Adrian often bought a stack of these<br />
to share with Steve, and that day said to him mid-munch:<br />
Will you have a Powers with me? Gravitation<br />
was defied by optics. Two bottles later, unbroken,<br />
in words that signalled faith in levitation,<br />
Newton’s laws reduced there to mere token,<br />
straight-faced, drunk, Adrian turned to drink Steve’s<br />
health:<br />
Would you like to join me? The top shelf?<br />
Win This Fantastic Title<br />
This unusual and beautiful book collects<br />
together twenty five of the often read, wellloved<br />
poets. Each poet is illustrated with an<br />
original watercolor portrait by the talented<br />
young artist, Charlotte Zeepvat, who<br />
reproduces in pleasing script one of their<br />
works, giving a biographical summary that<br />
placed the poet firmly in the battlefield<br />
context in which their work was conceived.<br />
To have a chance at winning this<br />
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