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Elizabeth Parker

Elizabeth Parker grew up in the Forest of Dean and received a First Class Honours degree in English and Creative Writing from Warwick University. Her debut poetry pamphlet 'Antinopolis' was published by Eyewear Poetry Publishing this year. She has been published in Magma, The Stony Thursday Book, Raceme and The Best New British and Irish Poets 2016. She has been shortlisted for The Bridport Prize and The Melita Hume Prize. She currently lives on the harbour in Bristol and is a member of the Bristol poetry group The Spoke.

 

 

 

10.30 to Severn Beach

 

 

 

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She sat beside me at Montpelier station.

She said she liked to see the seasons come in.

 

Her ankles were threaded with dark veins.

I thought of dead wisteria still gripping bricks.

 

Her face was pink sacks, grey pouches

hung from ledges of bone.

 

She said she’d given up Clifton

high ceilings were hard to heat.

 

On the other side of the line

bramble stalks were dark purple.

 

 

II

 

We spoke of Brighton

propping your back on a groyne    

 

plucking at its barnacles

sliding fingers over tiny mirrors

of black quartz              

 

as the sea spat inky sprawls

of bladderwrack, snatched it back.

 

She said you get it when there’s a gale.

 

In the morning, all those pebbles

chucked out onto the promenade

 

and the water whooshing over

might catch you any moment.

 

She’d lived in a Regency house

just the basement though

 

and could always hear the sea

even in the dark.

 

 

III

 

We talked of Arundel Castlethe gift shop

those lovely soaps and woollens.       

 

She led me there with her sentence.

 

It’s reached along a flat path

at the bottom of the village.

 

She stood up to go

said she didn't want to keep me.

 

I wanted to keep her.

 

I stepped through the lisp

of sliding doors.

 

When the 10.30 left

she was still sat on the bench.

 

 

 

©2016 Elizabeth Parker

 

 

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