Sally Evans Poems

Cruachan: derailed train

A rare red rose bloomed for a week in June.
Perhaps it saved the lives of those
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I am constantly told
I have an English accent.
It is from the North
Pennines - Teesdale, Lonsdale,
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Not Newcastle's invader
but borderers, farmers and worse,
further over the fells than I ever walked
seeking the small, gentle things of the countryside.
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Sir David Lyndsay gives the clue,
herald and diplomat, poet who drew
plans for the pageant in '35
when Magdalene of France was still alive,
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Greenness by stone steps in sun,
parades of gremlins in the rain.
and crowds of statues, dark leaves, stone,
water, outward and upwards thrown
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1 (i)
Words are poised to pour downhill
sandgrain spores of minimal will
arriving from the very top
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Redcar, a hinterland,
unlandmarked coast of sand,

flat sea, small dunes, but yonder,
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The decade, departing like sun
streaked over skies with a lustre
at the end of a summer day
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Where bellwires tremble intermittently
and maids ran round the tradesmen's door to chat,
past sills where the old stables mouser sat,
and waxen, oily cooking-apples glowed
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Criss-cross in every direction
ran a lion who could speak
persuading the sensitive German,
'not not-p and not-not-p.'
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