Poem of the Week

Untitled poem from 'Modern Nature'
Derek Jarman

Power hums along the lines
to keep the fish and chips a-frying.
In the sunset
across the shingle
I hear a voice:
Will the owner of car HXJ please...
It's been a quiet day.
I've brewed my nuclear tea,
mended the walls to keep the storms at bay.
At nine-thirty the sun sets behind Lydd church;
The night stock scents the air.
At ten I switch the lantern on;
a bright pink moth shimmers on the pale blue wall.
I quickly turn the pages of my book:
Small Elephant Hawk.