The Farm
by and published in Edition Seven of Pomegranate
My grandmother was silly
rattling like her jar of buttons.
on the day when things were different
she wouldn’t play
and though she’d barely got her coat off
or sat down,
I picked up the plastic animals
in their crate, and tipped them,
an avalanche of tiny hooves and wings,
over her head-
they roamed pastures of her grey curls.
The stampede lodged behind the panes of her glasses
I cracked with a guilt
that I’ve tried to forget.
A bright blue cow
drowned unnoticed in her cup of tea
Suzannah Evans
Suzannah Evans is a Leeds-based poet who travels on foot. She is inspired by gin, trees, birds, friends, strangers, music, public transport,cities and graffiti. She has a Masters in Twentieth-Century Literature and now works as a debt counsellor, so as you can imagine she is pretty busy these days. She greatly admires the following writers, poets and lyricists: Raymond Carver, Angela Carter, William Carlos Williams, Allen Ginsberg, Ted Hughes, Roy Fisher, Kurt Vonnegut, Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Kevin Barnes, Tim Kasher, Jesse Lacey, Matt Berninger, John Keats.