The man in the farmhouse – by Claire Walker

The man in the farmhouse

holds me with his words
when he comes to check
we’re still standing after the storm.
The fruit trees remain unbowed,
but he notices our stolen crops, laughs boldly
that deer are more destructive than any weather.
This neighbour understands their dark beauty.

Later, we dine with his family,
warm within thick walls.
So much heat is kept inside.
He plays cards with my husband
while I talk to his wife,
stack flowered china in the rack.

The man in the farmhouse
holds me with his eyes
when we say goodbye on the dark front step.
An owl hoots in a distance I shrug off.
Bats loop my house and his.

 

 

Claire Walker’s poetry has been published in magazines, anthologies and websites including The Interpreter’s House, Ink Sweat and Tears, Prole, and And Other Poems. Her first pamphlet, The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile, is published by V. Press. Her website is https://clairewalkerpoetry.com

She Sells Seashells – by Claire Walker

 

Some believe that the well-known tongue twister was written about the fossil hunter Mary Anning.

 

Say it quickly. Wrap your tongue
around that line; the snaking twist
of S, the soothing Sh.

Now picture the girl.
I gather the coast; hidden art waits
for my fingers to unfold rocks.

I line my finds out on a table,
little fancies I’ve cleaned
to show the shape of all our pasts.

Daytrip ladies browse,
hand easy pennies over for trinkets
that feed me, feed my brother.

Limestone presses messages
on the seashore. Falling tides wash
whispers of survival.

 

 

 

Claire Walker’s poetry has been published in magazines, anthologies and websites including The Interpreter’s House, Ink Sweat and Tears, Prole, and And Other Poems. Her first pamphlet, The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile, is published by V. Press. Her website is https://clairewalkerpoetry.com