Saturday, March 10, 2012

Sleepers

One of my earliest poems, Sleepers was, I seem to recall, first published in the Times Literary Supplement. It later appeared in my first poetry collection (1997) with Bloodaxe (now revised and available in a new, digital form on Kindle).

Sleepers

Under the green skirt of the sycamore
we kissed, or loved in other ways.
We asked no questions, had no need.

The sky was china-blue, like all the summers
of our youth: cloudless, undemanding.
We came to love too easily those days,

not thunder-struck or lightning-shot
but something underwritten, guaranteed.
A contract we agreed indulgently

like pouring double cream on strawberries
or shutting out the night-cry with the cat
as if some simple act could silence it.

That piercing cat-call should have woken us.
We walked those years like sleepers do,
sensing blindly where our feet should fall.

The shanty house we built out on the branch;
wild blossom thrown like rice at other kids;
your father’s voice; late sunlight on a pool:

these carried us through years of innocence
and into times that took us by surprise,
too rough to measure on our little scale.

You can still find details of my first collection with Bloodaxe Books here, though it is now out of print.

3 comments:

Poetry Pleases! said...

Dear Jane

Yes, this was one of my favourite poems from Disreputable. We have now returned from our travels and hope that you are settling well into your new abode.

Best wishes from Simon

Poetry Pleases! said...

Dear Jane

Yes, this was one of my favourite poems from your first collection. We hope that you are settling comfortably into your new abode.

Best wishes from Simon

Ali Znaidi said...

I love this poem.