My, Liz, with a pedigree like that you shd be proud!
Thanks for your comments, they are deeply appreciated.
I only saw that silverbirch once, and wrote the poem some five or six years
afterwards, the shock of its swan-and-poppy-guarded survival in the heart of
Birmingham's industrial Victoriana still as vivid in my mind as the moment
of encounter. One day, I'll go there again to see if it still survives.
If I dare.
A Chide's Alphabet
Painting Without Numbers
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Subject: Re: poetryetc feature poet - David Bircumshaw
> David - we share a connection with Warwickshire! (Born in Brum, reared in
> the chippy on the Stratford Road in Warwick)
> I've really enjoyed the variety of voices in this choice of pomes! Thanks
> for the posting. My fave is 'Silverbirch On Canalside' which I find very
> pleasing for the density of sound ('your torso's cracked/like old plaster)
> and the very clear sense of place - 'gerra move on' - that perfectly
> the pastoral - (you know - tree/nature/sense of wonder/and suddenly we're
> with Wordsworth on the lake in Cumbria). Very hard to resist that
> overwhelming logic, but you do it with grace and humour!
> 'Within' is a great word puzzle/game.
> And 'Ghost Machine' actually made me laugh out-loud. Quite a gift as I
> been having a grim time.