Image by Caroline Forbes

Dad's Barn

Dad's Barn

The old purple drape from my 1970's bed
has put the morris Minor to sleep, the keswick tree
lies dismembered in boxes, Grandma's mangle
is at the wrong angle, smell of swallow shit
and the cold they've left behind; apples, wax
coating them as neglect coats the interior
or a raggedy space every inch inch of which would once
have been in order. I rest in this place
on a day even the noon of which offers only
three high slats of light. Ladders collect,
and the Silver Cross Pram no one has had the heart
to throw out, like the mangle, is at an angle
on the uneven earth floor: What is this place,
its crazy art the logic and logarithm of my start?


First published in Matter 06 (Mews Press, 2006), © Helen Farish 2006, used by permission of the author.

Recordings

Helen Farish Reading from her Poems

1Look at These

2Auto Reply

3Feathered Coyote

4Under the Bridge

5Mount Mirtagh and Back

6In the Church of St. Joseph Prague

7Treasures

8Surgery

9The Accident

10Mesoplodon Pacificus

11Blindfold

12The Old King's Garden

13The Lighthouse of Nauset

14Picnic Spots

15Brathay

16Slater Bridge

17Custodian

18Allington Cross

19The Lorton Valley

20To Whiteside

21Odyssey

22Plum Island

23Kit

24Rue des Lions

25What Held Us There

26Programme

27Coffin Path Poem

2824th June 1955

29Newly Born Twins

30Recording

31China Dogs

32July

33The White Gate

34Manicure

35Airing

36My Father's Dressing Gown

37‘Grant Us Time to Read and Ponder'

38Outside the Baker's

39Resurrection

40Dad's Barn

41Posting

42Appellation

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