Old Collie

While milking together 
my father shouts across the parlour 
an idea for my next poem 

How about a working collie– 
one that's on its last legs. 
I tell him it has been done before. 

Unwilling to chase this sentimental stick, 
I leave it well alone, 
turn away, but feel it lying there 

becoming hair and bone  
crouching low, resting its arthritic frame 
flecked muzzle flat on its front paws. 

Lifting itself slowly to its feet 
it sniffs out the few short steps to my father 
where we both knew it was bound to go..


from Black Cart (Freight Books, 2017) © Jim Carruth 2017, used by permission of the author

Sponsor this poem

Would you like to sponsor this poem? Find out how here.

Recordings

Jim Carruth Downloads

1Bethlem

£0.89

2Black Cart

£0.89

3Conversing with Angels

£0.89

4Farm Sale

£0.89

5Griot

£0.89

6Hard Rind - Love of This Kind

£0.89

7Homecoming

£0.89

8Inheritance

£0.89

9Landscape With the Fall of Icarus

£0.89

10Leaking Bucket

£0.89

11Making a Mark

£0.89

12Mother Harvest

£0.89

13My Wife Becomes a Field

£0.89

14Old Collie

£0.89

15Picking up the Song (in a Break in the Harvest)

£0.89

17Silence

£0.89

18Stack

£0.89

19Tapestry

£0.89

20The Field

£0.89

21The Man Who Wanted to Hug Cows

£0.89

22The Moleman's Apprentice

£0.89

23The Progressive Canadian Barn Dance

£0.89

24The Trouble With Ploughing

£0.89

25Twelve Reflections on a Shepherd (excerpts 1 - 6)

26Uses

£0.89

Books by Jim Carruth