The Telling
By Julia Webb
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In turning her forensic focus on what makes us human, and in particular what it is that glues us together or causes us to come apart, Julia Webb's poetry examines the wreckage of complex lives to understand where the fault lines and fractures lie. What are the stories that construct our families and relationships, and who gets to tell them? Can we trust the stories we inherit, and what happens when we recover the right to tell things for ourselves? These compelling, taut poems crackle with the electricity of the untold – of flawed humans and hurt, of daring and being, of reclaiming and persisting.
Julia Webb
Julia Webb is a writer, artist, poetry tutor and editor based in Norwich. Her first two collections: Bird Sisters (2016) and Threat (2019) were also published by Nine Arches Press. Her work has been published widely in UK journals and anthologies. In 2011 she won the Poetry Society’s Stanza competition and in 2018 she won the Battered Moons poetry competition. Her poem ‘Sisters’ was highly commended in the 2016 Forward Prize.
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The Telling - Julia Webb
Crash Site
We remember only vaguely now the wreckage of our mother –
her damaged fuselage suspended precariously
between two broken pine trees;
how carefully one had to tread
so as not to bring the whole thing down,
and everywhere the stink of spilled aviation fuel –
at least in the beginning.
We never did find that black box
so it was always unclear exactly what had happened,
and each survivor told a different story.
But the wreckage was there for all to see –
seats and belongings scattered far and wide,
things broken open,
life jackets snagged on jagged branches.
Though our mother’s windows
had popped out with the pressure,
she sometimes talked affectionately about the plummet,
but swore she could remember nothing
of our other life, before take-off.
Our first memory was the screaming of metal
and the silence which came after.
We weren’t as connected as we could have been
some days the distance between us
became whole galaxies, oceans, even –
our voices were garbled
as if we were speaking underwater,
fishes swam from our mouths.
I did not speak shark and you did not speak whale
but we each had harpoons
and we weren’t afraid to use them.
Other times heavenly choirs hovered above us,
the distance rolled itself up like a rug.
Flowers fell from our mouths as we spoke,
and precious stones, fancy cakes,
delicate sandwiches with the crusts cut off.
This is real connection, you once said,
and your words smelt like that yellow rose
in our old garden, and tasted like blackberries.
The Telling
My mother was crying on the phone
oh my poor, poor boy, she said, my poor, poor boy
and there were all those
miles between us
and no car to drive there
and no money for the train
and my son in school oblivious
and nothing I could do but stay on the phone
with the miles between us
eaten up with her grief and my misery
and the guilt we don’t speak of
and my father’s words piling up behind me
shoving me over the precipice –
you tell her, you tell her, I can’t face it
and me just a kid for a minute
but sucking myself back to adult
picking up the phone –
standing there, a rabbit in the headlights
inviting her grief to mow me down.
Since she died bits of me are missing
I still look like a clock
but my hands are permanently stuck
on the wrong time mid afternoon
or maybe the middle of the night,
and that telephone inside me
rang so long and hard
they had to cut it out.
There are no dreams on the operating table
I can tell you, not even a slow falling darkness,
just a nothing – like a box open and shut.
Later they pointed lasers at my eye sockets
to stop my head