Brian Wake

Rookie (Liverpool)

Brian Wake Poems

1. Into Hiding 6/8/2013
2. I Never Did Think 6/12/2013
3. Etcetera 6/12/2013
4. Counting Stars 6/12/2013
5. Leading The Blind 6/12/2013
6. Adrift 6/12/2013
7. Paradise 6/12/2013
8. Kept Simple 6/12/2013
9. Books 6/12/2013
10. Throwing Stones 6/12/2013
11. Clutching At Straw 6/12/2013
12. Buried Treasure 6/12/2013
13. Lazarus Meets The Press 6/12/2013
14. Fifty Hats 6/12/2013
15. Signs Of Spring 6/12/2013
16. Rwanda 1994 6/12/2013
17. Country Dancing 6/12/2013
18. Goethe's Clock 6/12/2013
19. Travelling Backwards 6/26/2013
Best Poem of Brian Wake

Travelling Backwards

At thirteen forty five our train begins to move, and, late
to board, what seats remain face not toward but from.
I shuffle off and fold my overcoat and sit, do battle
with a newspaper to find a decent page and settle down
to read.

Behind me, music hisses from a faulty earphone. A child
describes the passing fields; a city child surprised by space
and countryside, surprised by, look mum, cows and sheep.
Across the aisle a blue-haired lady with an open book
is fast asleep.

From where I sit, my awkward view is of the places
we have travelled ...

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Counting Stars

In the early hours then, sometime between
not wanting to get up and needing to,
expectant silences, the visual discrepancy
between gunmetal blues of fading night
and gorgeous morning, my father walked
the landing half asleep.

He asked me if… do I, he said, still work,
and should I shave, and if the bus was due.

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