We were going to sell the table.
It's big where it is,
with those elbowing edges
coming after us
and corners
that force us into corners.

But we decided not to. Instead,
we said,
we'd rub down the surface,
get rid of each burn and dent
and moon of stain
and the stuck inch of newsprint.

But we’ve not even been able
to start cleaning our old table.

It's had too many babies
changed on it,
too many trumpets
and spoons whanged on it,
too many whales and witches
drawn on it
to do anything with it;

there’s been too much homework and grief
dumped on it, too much laughter
heard round it, too many candles
burned down over it,
to do anything else but leave it there,
in the awkward place it’s in,

elbowing us with its edges,
reminding us.

from <i>High Tide</i> (Salt, 2010), © Robert Hull 2010, used by permission of the author


Robert Hull

Robert Hull reading from his poems

1A. Non


3Hunting in February

4Hedgehog and Moonlight

5Self-advert for mole programme


7An April Poem

8'Gift Offer - Traditional Wishing Well - £47-50'



11Sound Countdown



14English Rules - Not OK

15As, as, as...

16Lambs in May

17Arundel Swimming Pool

18Roman Terror

19The Tale of Sir Toby the Timid

20Galileo's Story


22The Girl Who Made the Stars - A Bushman Story

23The Maker Said

24When the Creator made the birds

25Things with feathers


27'Please do not feed the animals...'

28Shiny cheery poem

29High Tide

30Sea-side September

31Useful phrases for when you're on holiday


33Deer's Skull

34Autumn Flood

35Swallows in September

36Starting School - Preston 1912



39Robin at Christmas

40It's Christmas So....

41For Imogen - newly arrived

42Peace Process

43Recent History Lesson

44Ping Feng

45Humpty, the true story

46Evening Song


48The Graveyard by Croston Church School

Books by Robert Hull