b. From rust-tipped scaffolding ascend the faery towers of St Pancras, wet tannoy imploding King's Lynn 7.45, as the black ghost of a pigeon crests a white-washed window.
#litsypoetry365
b. From rust-tipped scaffolding ascend the faery towers of St Pancras, wet tannoy imploding King's Lynn 7.45, as the black ghost of a pigeon crests a white-washed window.
#litsypoetry365
For some reason I've read more poetry this year than ever before. This one kicked it off - I read it after she won the TSElliot Prize. There was media nonsense about it.
Sarah Howe was born in Hong Kong and moved to Britain as a child. She goes back to Hong Kong to discover her roots. It's beautiful and fascinating, I absolutely needed to read the footnotes, & then read a whole lot more about modern China, Ezra Pound, Tiannenmen Square...💗🌾🌸
Won prize. Big fuss. Bought. Enjoying. YMMV, and yet also screw those guys. Whatever. Woman loves Borges, Pound, can write. Finis.