Belinda Rimmer
  • Home
  • Writing
    • Childrens
    • Picture Books
    • Short Stories
  • Arty Things
    • Sewing
    • Found stuff
  • Poetry
  • Paper Sculpting
  • Literacy
  • Pamphlet
  • About
  • Contact

Poetry

A Couple of Poems

Tangle
My father's old donkey jacket,
cement dusted, jaggy edged.
I can still picture him in it,
collar turned up against the cold,
off to the pub for a few pints
and a game of darts.

As a child, I'd hide inside that jacket,
breathe in the smell of cigar.

On me, the jacket is still ten sizes too big.
I plunge my hands into its pockets,
imagine my father's hands
pushing up through the lining.
Our tangle of fingers and thumbs.

​
​​Summer's End

At summer's end
we came to race boats
across the ford at Kineton.
We carried nets, thermos flasks,
wore red to deter wasps. 


Today the valley thrums with insects.
​Ants like magnetic particles 

drawn to the surface.
I tread them back into the earth.

Vulnerable to drought, 
the ford is a cobble-stoned puddle. 
Silt will slow its journey 
to the Thames. 
No sound, no trickle, no gush. 

Two horses gallop over, 
a faint smell of grass and peppermint,
then shy away. 

In this moment of birdsong, 
ox-eye daisies and variegated light, 
it's the way someone has fixed the rotten gate 
with blue twine that captures me.

This one thing: 
the impermanence of wood.
Published Poetry Index
Website by Stonecroft IT Solutions
  • Home
  • Writing
    • Childrens
    • Picture Books
    • Short Stories
  • Arty Things
    • Sewing
    • Found stuff
  • Poetry
  • Paper Sculpting
  • Literacy
  • Pamphlet
  • About
  • Contact