Simon Armitage became poet laureate in 2019. His most recent collection, Magnetic Field: The Marsden Poems, was published in 2020; his first, Zoom!, appeared in 1989.
After Boccaccio
buddies through dozens of scrapes and hassles,
the first knight thought he was happily wed, the second man slept in a single bed.
One morning, at leisure, the married man was walking his dog by the parish dam
and spied his wife across the water, and waited a while, and caught her
in the arms of his friend – naked, consenting. To say the least this really upset him
so...
Wake. And in my head walk barefoot naked from the bed towards the day, then wait.
Hold. The dawn will crack its egg into the morning’s bowl and him on horseback, gold.
Me, I’m in the shed, I’m working on it: a plus b plus c, it’s you, him, me. It’s three.
Hell, this hole, this shack. The sun makes light of me behind my back....
Half-dead, hit by a car, the whole of its forma jiggle of nerves, like a fish on a lawn.To help finish it off, he asked me to standon its throat, as a friend might ask a friend
to hold, with a finger, the twist of a knot.Then he lifted its head, wheeled it aboutby the ammonite, handlebar shells of its hornstill its eyes, on stalks, looked back at its bones.
The SwordfishAfter the weapon...
Ever since the very brutal extraction of all four of my wisdom teeth, I’ve found myself talking with another man’s mouth, so to speak, and my tongue has become a mollusc such as an oyster or clam, broken and entered, licking its wounds in its shell.
I was tricked into sleep by a man with a smile, who slipped me the dose like a great-uncle slipping his favourite nephew a ten-pound...
Here on the Hard, you’re welcome to pull up and stay; there’s a flat fee of a quid for parking all day.
And wandering over the dunes, who wouldn’t die for the view: an endless estate of beach, the sea
kept out of the bay by the dam-wall of the sky. Notice the sign, with details of last year’s high tides.
Walk on, drawn to the shipwreck, a mirage of masts a...
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