Sunday 2 September 2007

A final selection from Claire Crowther's Stretch of Closures

Lost Child

Scrape the ditch that fits Hob's Moat
to Hatchford Brook. Look through oak roots,

the horse field, uphill to Elmdon.
Is she hiding behind that sky-blue Lexus?

Shout toward the airport. Planes rise
and fall as if ground were a shaking blanket.

Up there, the air hostesses smile.
Inflate your own life-jacket first.

The small original airport building stands
apart, a mother at a school gate.

Pearl was playing quietly alone.
My ear is like a shell the wind swept.

Claire Crowther
Stretch of Closures
(Shearsman, 2007)

Congratulations to Claire on the strongly positive reviews in Poetry Review, Magma, and The North. You can buy Stretch of Closures at or

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous4:32 pm

    I'm not one for poetry normally but I stumbled across this poem on the net. Its the first time Ive ever really seen poetry written about where I grew up ( Bickenhill Road, Marston Green.....The other side of the airport...)

    It stirred a few happy memories...