Watering Can
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Packed with wry comedy, satire, and wordplay, this collection of poems celebrates life as an early 20-something. The extraordinary verve and compassion of the verse reveals the anxiety of new responsibilities and contains a vast array of imagery, including prophetic videos, a moon colonized by bullies, weeping scholars, laughing ducks, and silent weddings. Filled with exuberant energy and passion, these occasionally self-deprecating poems are raw but never hopeless.
Caroline Bird
Caroline Bird is a poet and playwright. Her 2020 collection, The Air Year, won the Forward Prize for Best Collection 2020 and was shortlisted for the Polari Prize and the Costa Prize. Her fifth collection, In These Days of Prohibition, was shortlisted for the 2017 T.S. Eliot Prize and the Ted Hughes Award. A two-time winner of the Foyle Young Poets Award, her first collection, Looking Through Letterboxes, was published in 2002 when she was fifteen. She won an Eric Gregory Award in 2002 and was shortlisted for the Geoffrey Dearmer Prize in 2001 and the Dylan Thomas Prize in 2008 and 2010. As a playwright, Bird has been shortlisted for the George Devine Award and the Susan Smith Blackburn Prize. Her theatre credits include: The Trojan Women (Gate Theatre, 2012), The Trial of Dennis the Menace (Purcell Room, 2012), Chamber Piece (Lyric Hammersmith, 2013), The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Northern Stage, 2015), The Iphigenia Quartet (Gate Theatre, 2016) and Red Ellen (Northern Stage, Nottingham Playhouse, Royal Lyceum Theatre and York Theatre Royal, 2022). She was one of the five official poets at the 2012 London Olympics.
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Watering Can - Caroline Bird
CAROLINE BIRD
Watering Can
for my Dad
Acknowledgements
With thanks to the editors of the following publications in which some of these poems first appeared: Poetry London, Bat City Review, City State: New London Poetry, Oxford Poetry 2008 and 2009.
The poem ‘Women in Progress’ was commissioned by BBC Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour.
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
The Videos
Last Tuesday
Peaked
Wild Flowers
The Golden Kids
Impartial Information
Expecting Rain
The Monogamy Optician
The Oven Glove Tree
Bow Your Head and Cry
Head Girl
Road Signs
Bright Winter Mornings in Oxford Town
Stage Kiss
Seesaw
Penelope’s Chair
D.N. eh?
Hard Times
Weather Vain
Grudge
Sun Settlers
The Fall of London
House and Soul
Our Infidelity
The Doom
Perspectives
Poetry as a Competitive Sport
Wedding Guest
From the Sewer to the Sea: ‘A Healing Progress’
Detox
Poet in the Class
Blame the Poodle
Short Story
Lunacy
The Perfect Man
Reminder Notice
Mr Bird
Flat Mate
The University Poetry Society
I Married Green-Eyes
Familiar Ground
Women in Progress
Sky News
Closet Affair
Inner-city Plot
The Alcoholic Marching Song
Company of Women
XI Tyrant
A Love Song
Also by Caroline Bird from Carcanet Press
About the Author
Copyright
The Videos
Someone gave me a video of your entire life.
There’s a twist at the end
when you discover that you and your mother
are actually the same person
and I drop out of the picture in about two months’ time,
only to return as a busboy
who steals your handbag and uses your passport
to smuggle loads of rabid dogs into the city.
I’m one of those strange comic characters with a dead tooth.
You get married to an organisation junkie
who sells your hair to buy a stash of pocket calculators
and your daughter falls in love with me
and I break her heart over a plate of tagliatelle,
then you get addicted to cough mixture
and sleep in a sodden nightie with the windows open
before buying a lovely house in the country.
Last Tuesday
I miss my Tuesday so much. I had a Tuesday
today, but it wasn’t the same. It tasted funny.
There were signs it had already been opened.
The seal was broken. Someone had poisoned it
with Wednesday-juice. In fact, I think today
was actually Wednesday, but the government
was trying to pass it off as Tuesday by putting
my tennis lesson back a day, rearranging the
tea towels. I sent a letter to MI5 and the CIA
and the rest. I know they have my Tuesday.
They’re keeping it for experiments because it
was so freakishly happy. I was smiling in my
sleep when two men in body-sized black socks
stole it from my bedside table. It was here.
It was right here. But when I woke up, it was
gone. Their Wednesday stole my Tuesday.
Their frigging totalitarian cloud-humped shit-
swallower of a Wednesday stole my innocent
Tuesday. And now it’s just getting ridiculous:
the days change every week, it’s like an avalanche.
As soon as I start to get the hang of a day, learn
the corridors, find my locker key, the bell goes
and suddenly it’s Thursday, or Friday, but not
last Friday or Thursday, oh no, these are different
ones with kneecaps like pustules, gangly eyes:
you never know which way they’ll lunge.
In the Lost Property Office, I held up the queue.
‘It’s greenish,’ I told the attendant, ‘with a mouth
that opens to a courtyard.’ But they only had a box
of wild Fridays some lads had misplaced in Thailand.
(I took a couple of those, for the pain.) Then I
gave up. I ignored the days, and they ignored me.
I drank Red Bull in the ruins of monasteries,
flicking through calendars of digitally enhanced dead
people: Gene Kelly downloading a remix
of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ on his slimline Apple Mac.
No one gives a damn about time