Alison Brackenbury

Alison Brackenbury: Featured Poet


They were everywhere. No. Just God or smoke
is that. They were the backdrop to the road,

My parents’ home, the heavy winter fields
from which they flashed and kindled and uprode

the air in dozens. I ignored them all.
‘What are they?’ ‘Oh – peewits – ‘ Then a hare flowed,

bounded the furrows. Marriage. Child. I roamed
round other farms. I only knew them gone

when, out of a sad winter, one returned.
I heard the high mocked cry ‘Pee – wit , ‘ so long

cut dead. I watched it buckle from vast air
to lure hawks from its chicks. That time had gone.

Gravely, the parents bobbed their strip of stubble.
How had I let this green and purple pass?

Fringed, plumed heads (full name, the crested plover)
fluttered. So crowned cranes stalk Kenyan grass.

Then their one child, their anxious care, came running,
squeaked along each furrow, dauntless, daft.

Did I once know the story of their lives,
do they migrate from Spain? or coasts’ cold run?

And I forgot their massive arcs of wing.
When their raw cries swept over, my head spun

With all the brilliance of their black and white
As though you cracked the dark and found the sun.

Alison Brackenbury
(Published in Poetry London)

Alison Brackenbury was born in Lincolnshire in 1953 but now lives in Gloucestershire. Her most recent collection is ‘Singing in the Dark’. Carcanet, 2008. ‘A quiet lyricism and delight’. The Guardian. New poems can be read at her website. She also has a Facebook group, Poems from Alison, which sends out a free new poem every two months, and can be found on the dreaded Twitter, with poetry links and the odd bumblebee, as ABRACKENBURY.

3 thoughts on “Alison Brackenbury: Featured Poet”

  1. Found the excitement and the sense of loss almost unbearable in this poem, with the single new young so vulnerable. The colloquial voice, so normal, carrying such ecstasy.

  2. I agree. A very fine , beautiful and sad poem. Reading it, I felt the absence and the loss. It reminds me of a small novel that I’d highly recommend – “The Last of the Curlews” by Fred Bodsworth.


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