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Alison Brackenbury

Self-Interview

How, in general, have you fitted poetry into your own life?

In my twenties…I scrambled out poems at the weekends. I still do. It's not unusual now for me to keep poems for a year. I do attempt to revise properly, and new poems keep elbowing their elders aside!

I did, however, publish diligently. I don't write for the drawer. I can't. There is no room in the drawers in this house!

Poetry

Chatcombe at night

By Alison Brackenbury

The stableyard hangs lit. It is a ship
with its warm galley in the house below.
Now, through the rain and mud, our seaboots slip.
The horses, with their billowed rugs, blot glow
of wind-tossed bulbs. They crash like waves into
their strawed, lit stalls, stare over cabin doors
while barrows, bales and buckets creak and flow.

Topical Poem

From the Third Storm Riddle: Hurricane

By Maryann Corbett

   Sometimes, working    at the world's surface,
I must roil waves,    must wrangle currents
to force the flood-waters'    flint-gray spate
back at the beaches.     Spray-flecked breakers
whack the walls    of cliffs. The water
dimly beneath them     heaves. The deep
is a mountain, looming.     Lurking in its wake,