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Julie Hogg

Aug
2016
Thursday 11th
posted by Jody Porter in Arts

Well Versed is edited by Jody Porter


The ground beneath my feet
Julie Hogg

where I found third position,
for the first time, linguistics,
rhymed, ran home in the dark.

Talk to me about our Marsh,
Hepworth herons, yellow
rattle, ore, mandarin ducks.

I scattered my maiden name
along a slowly quaking fleet,
red-tides, Plover Street, Lady

Luck caravans, over sheet
metal chemical cocktail sands,
real viridian fisherman’s huts.

I thought I was intransigent;
in soul, yes Sir, thanks for that
tiny morsel of reciprocity, now,

I want to tie myself to a track,
in fissures, on pebbles, gravel,
asphalt compassion and I’m

small screaming, stop, stop!
But, you’re a driverless train,
and you won’t stop, will you



Author’s note: This poem is written with fracking in mind, from the perspective of the land in Coatham, next to the blast furnace in Redcar. This is my hometown.

Julie Hogg is a poet widely published in magazines and anthologies, and has an MA in Creative Writing from Teesside University. Her debut collection, ‘Majuba Road,’ is available from Vane Women Press. 

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