Poetry

Radio and other poems

by Andrew Taylor

Radio

 

studio apartment pianist

composes notates

the dinner is delivered

 

Love is the available transport

courtyard is thoughtful

 

loft ballet dancer gives

a low

warm laugh

 

the street is fogged in

radio brings silence

 

 

Smitten

 

From the cottage window wild deer

roamed paused took a look at the honeymoon couple

concerned with keeping warm

 

Isolation of the finest kind morning

leads to evening

slow paced      like the Lilac Time

spending summer playing tennis

 

rescued from routine excitement

loss purged

she appears fresh from Italy with desire

and the knack of making coffee

a rescue act    from the decimation of parted angels

 

she made him believe in the stars once more

 

city-centre hotel the turn of the millennium

the river slate coloured       tidal

 

she watches gardening programmes

and eats room service

 

a warm welcome after returning from

the hip party

through Mathew street’s madness

 

the room looks like a shoot from Vogue

 

 

The Rainbow

 

Wood takes two

and a half hours

 

Paper is product

 

small talk

over ravioli

 

battery holds its charge

 

I’ve seen how

she looks at you

 

It’s how I look at her

 

fingers leave marks

there will be DNA

 

should the rains fall

we will be protected

 

Don’t be afraid of

the good in this world

 

Midland corridor

calm window

motorway curve

split

track takes me to you

 

December visit my streets

become

your streets

 

I walk them to remember

and buy the music

 

to gift to connect

 

 

Cashpoint on Platform 7

 

nine lines carved

there is a message in that

 

return with whiskey

an hour tasting tears

 

Auto switch off

 

 

Swaling

 

Against the snow the scarf is spectacular it is frozen

 

Feed the ponies polos an afternoon walk

making own steps heels dance red

bitten fences worn down path

 

the goat is not in the garden the shed is locked

I’ll look for the first sign of flowers

metal has replaced the arching wood

 

I asked for a replica a photograph will do

 

 

Touch Tour

 

It makes you think differently about art

It makes you use your brain

and it keeps working even after you have left

 

cool evening power

clouds angle at odds

 

leaves fall like light snow

gather centre road

 

a crushed conker

investigated by sparrow

 

gloss from rain

reflective light

 

there is temperature change

a future of dust

 

to be washed away

on river’s tide

 

after hibernation

a return

 

 

Millers Bridge

 

Demolished churches warehouses empty

below the brow water calm

ship docked against sunset

Belfast bound with the tide

 

 

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Andrew Taylor is a Liverpool poet and co-editor of erbacce and erbacce-press. He has a full collection of poems forthcoming from Shearsman. He supports Everton FC.

Photo by Eleanor Bennett

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