Catherine Ayres – Banks of the Tyne, May 8th 2015

Banks of the Tyne, May 8th 2015

The water wrinkles, wrinkles
in a slow parade of frowns,
worry offered to the sky.
Here’s a bollard, a witch drowned
in mud, and three tyres,
strange octopi, tentacles severed.
The gulls make cunning mourners,
always a cackle at the edge of their cries.
Trees green their bones; it doesn’t matter –
their filigree will flake.
I want a haberdashery of rooks
to roll this day into a ball,
curl gloved hands around its sullen sphere
and peck a curse from hope’s remains.
The river recurs like a dream,
like hands across a face,
like five more years.



Catherine Ayres  is a teacher who lives in Northumberland.  Her poems have appeared in a number of print and online magazines, including Ink, Sweat and Tears and The Moth. She recently came third in Ambit’s ‘Under the Influence’ competition. Some of her poems will be published in pamphlet form by Black Light Engine Room later this year.

5 thoughts on “Catherine Ayres – Banks of the Tyne, May 8th 2015

  1. Breathtakingly evocative and thought provoking, just as I would expect from a poet of Catherine’s calibre. A true artist with whom I’ve been lucky enough to work alongside, and someone I’d dearly love to publish – Heddon Quarry’s wistful loss is Black Light’s glorious gain – the better man has won and I cannot wait to see the resulting pamphlet.

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