The Weasel

Up and down the London Road
Blinder by the hour
I spent as much again as we owed
White winter flowers

Crowds and crowds like fallen leaves
Blown between the towers
You came in with the cold up your sleeves
White winter flowers

Screams and shouts and broken things
Now you're fired and cower
Under the sheets when the postman brings
White winter flowers

Who'd have dreamt a little twist
Could turn your sweet breath sour
I tasted this when we first kissed
White winter flowers

For your whole heart is half my heart
My heart is half of yours
So we're neither complete and lie drunk in the street
White winter flowers


uncollected poem, © Jacob Polley 2009, used by permission of the author, c/o Rogers Coleridge & White Ltd, 20 Powis Mews, London W11 1JN.

Recordings

Jacob Polley Reading from his poems

1Smoke

2The Owls

3The Kingdom of Sediment

4You

5The North-South Divide

6Economics

7Man

8The Weasel

9A Jar of Honey

10Declaration

11Leaf

12October

13Night-doll

14Moving House

15The Crow

16Saturday Matinée

17Rain

18Elder

19Sally Somewhere

20Attic

21The Remedy 22Dandelions

23Salmonary

24Friday

25Decree

26A Crow's Skull 27The Distance

28The Cheapjack

29At Home

30The Prescription

31Snow

32The Byre

33Wild Hyacinths

Books by Jacob Polley