Jun 3

Poem from last week's class

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Hello, poets! Here is the text of 'The Prospects', the poem by Peter Robinson which I read towards the end of the last session. Have a look in particular at how he uses some of the different effects we discussed (half-rhymes, assonance, alliteration etc) without writing in an overtly conventional form:

 

 

The Prospects

For Tom Phillips

 

1

Dark amazon striding towards us

across a dockland swing-bridge,

she’s not afraid of two grey beards

deep in conversation –

and nor’s the café-terrace waitress

with her ‘How is everything?’

as we wonder what might be amiss

below a coaster’s moored black stern.

 

2

Despite the burned-out petrol station

and demolition site we pass,

everything’s plain in an off-scape ahead

as you talk about the docks

among its populations

remaining, yes, remainiacs

from this seaport’s field full of folk,

trade-winded migratory stocks.

 

3

Plain too, your plan to emigrate

cutting through developments

far as where prospects are barred

under the pastel terraces;

for wanting to remain you’ll leave

and, leaving, they have to remain

while the very air’s free movement is

still cleaving to such heresies.

 

Peter Robinson

From Ravishing Europa (Shearsman, 2019)

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