jec - solo linked verse

The four sequences presented here are each based on a word sketch of a particular place made during the course of a single excursion. To that extent they have some affinity with the Japanese ginko. Three are drawn from a longer work exploring semi-rural Rossendale in the Lancashire Pennines; one describes Vauxhall, an area of central London.

The structure of each poem is unusual: the link between the long and short verse in any pair is more direct than that between pairs. For the technically minded the poems might therefore be best described as para-thematic sequences of solo tan-renga.

 
Strongstry Bridge
 
midges bathe
in the heat from my head
before they too
are gone
.r
a pheasant calls me
all the way .from China
 
oaks pull upward
from their moorings
deep within
the floating world
.r
but truly
Monkey .did you give a poet's
 
stroke the pen
across the page
and now the heron's feathers
blue
.r
a dog will bark
no matter what .the season
 
trout fly sideways
from the surface
up stream
of the fisherman
.r
a stranger stops
to ask me .for directions
 
from the steam train
children wave
a greeting
to the unknown lens
.r
their voices fade
before they too .are gone
 
 
Bonfire Hill
 
a frozen pond
a heron straining
up
into the sunlight
.r
holly
standing proud .against the scumbled snow
 
man and dog
in search of something
head back

to the Guinessed Land

.r
a thousand crystals
crushed .beneath each footfall
 
blue
the sky is green
the sky is
graded into yellow haze
.r
unknown kanji
scored across .the contrail glow
 
humming
bits of bovine blues
I gag
on pure ammonia
.r
herded
in the valley bottom .round their fags
 
smoke
pours from a poet's nostrils
contemplating
sublimates
.r
what use
is a fur coat .to a cooling sheep
 
 
The Famine Road
 
gulls
ply the null space
here are mountains
long since ground into dust
.r
who would claim
this heritage .of home made guns
 
the suspect
avocado killer
hides
behind his map case
.r
rags of cloud
greying .into far off places
 
beep for the sheep
you red Toyota
rattling
like a ruin
.r
too stupid
to comply .with simple orders
 
men in lycra
pedal past
in search
of something punishing
.r
the cotton grass
like smoke .from rheumy Rochdale
 
footfalls
straying from the road
the lumpen slab of earth
a scab
.r
by peat black pools
a crow .attends a carcass
 
 
Vauxhall
 
angles harden
in the sunlight
asphalt
frames the cherry pink
.r
a note of cannabis
drifts up .from the street
 
streams of people
cross the river
strung out
on a strand of grey
.r
a cormorant
flies closer .to the water
 
Tate Modern gapes
and swallows
I am Jonah
in its belly
.r
the rich queue up
to gaze .out of a window
 
glass
grows bright as chitin
round the entrance
to the underground
.r
old concrete
fades to grey .in greasy runnels
 
Portuguese
and Afghans
shoot the breeze
outside the Irish Pub
.r
ensconced
behind the dead-locks .there are children