Adrian Mitchell

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In My Two Small Fists

in that bright blue summer
I used to gather
daisies for my father
speedwell for my mother

with buttercups
and prickly heather
cowrie shells
and a seagull's feather

treasures in each fist
all squashed together
daisies for my father
speedwell for my mother

(that's how I see it
but I don't know
if it really happened
sixty years ago

but my memories shine
and their light seems true
and so do the daisies
and speedwell too)

from All Shook Up - Poems 1996-2000 (Bloodaxe, 2000), copyright © Adrian Mitchell 2000, used by permission of the author


Adrian Mitchell

Adrian Mitchell Reading from his Poems

1A Flying Song

2Icarus Schmicarus

3My Mother and Father or Why I Began to Hate War

4Remember Suez?

5Veteran with a Head Wound

6The Dust

7Nostalgia - Now Threepence Off

8Fifteen Million Plastic Bags

9Song about Mary

10Elephant Eternity

11A Year Passes, as Years Do

12Life Is A Walk Across A Field

13My Friend the Talking Elevator of Tokyo

14In My Two Small Fists

15to all our friends



18What to Do if You Meet Nijinsky

19The Ballad of the Familiar Stranger

20Tissue Paper Flowers

21Not Fleeing but Flying

22The Last Goofs on Earth say Sorry to their Favourite Star

23The Famous Battle



26Pour Soul

27Thanks to my Dog in an Hour of Pain


29King Lear's Fool Waves Goodbye

30William Blake says: Every Thing That Lives Is Holy

Books by Adrian Mitchell