Sweet Nothings
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Rory Waterman
Rory Waterman was born in Belfast in 1981, and grew up in Lincolnshire. He lives in Nottingham. Come Here to This Gate is his fourth collection of poems.
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Sweet Nothings - Rory Waterman
NOTHINGS
1.
Simon Peter saith unto them, I go a fishing. They say unto him, We also go with thee. They went forth, and entered into a ship immediately; and that night they caught nothing.
john 21.3 (kjv)
Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear but clothes,
To keep one from going nude.
benjamin franklin king, jr.
GENESIS 6.15, ACTS 26.5, MATTHEW 6.34
‘How big’s a cubit? I don’t believe it. It couldn’t…’
I looked up from my half-crayoned boat of giraffes
and suchlike at Mrs Millson, who knew. ‘You wouldn’t!
And you’re not the first to think like that’, she laughed.
But when Canon Rodgers, whose name I was too small
to appreciate, next gave our school assembly,
they singled me out to read. The tiny hall
grew huge. I stalled on ‘Testify’, ‘Pharisee’:
which parts to stress? And then we had to sing:
Kiiiss my aaarse, Lord, kiiiss my aaaaarse,
the bigger boys behind me muttered, grinning.
I gawped out at the wet-bright trees and grass:
no Flood in our world. Now I’m a world away
nursing another beer. A parent’s age.
TRIGGER WARNINGS
I only discovered a couple of nights ago:
the film Paul’s mum tried to hide was The Bat People,
scrambling to wallop pause when we barged in
to ask if we could play footy. And she said No
(it was raining) then Pack it in barging about
so of course we watched it later, when she popped out –
or some of it. For half an hour I sat
in fear of all the new fears my mind might shout
that night, or others: a wizened me retching
my last, then last, then last; my fingers stretching
as cold translucence is pistoned through my veins;
the blade behind me on each dark homeward lane.
HARRIER?
Deergrass and alder and rowan, and roe deer
strutting behind them, and wrens everywhere
yapping and hidden, and grass of Parnassus
spread, dull meadowsweet dead for the year:
lead your mind back and re-follow that trail
down from the fields and the fit, frit pheasants,
to loop past carr and the oil-slickened water
it hung in, retting, gouged through the front
as autumn was carving and taking off summer –
paler sun, sharper wind, too-soon dusk
reminding us we’d miles to go
and time was shortening. Years ago.
REAPING
‘We need to test harder whether we can take