The 9.20 to Edale
Among the train’s tugged blocks
our carriage contains
an inquisitive boy, just
play-knowing, not knowing
ancient views now trickle in
from where it all began, while all
of passing spring gets up
for this one child; his hair
a hectic nest
of question marks, his pupils wide
but sharpening, his tiny finger
about to undo that dam.
A Transparent Order
Concurrent howls. Opposite pressures. Outside,
and bearing out the weather warning: gales.
The house couldn’t be more leaf-lashed, coldly spat
at, wind-bullied if it tried. Inside,
me, taking a moment; the nozzle of the vacuum
lolling over my arm, still sucking, rubber-
necking, freed to gag on nothing.
My vision is a piled, transparent order,
an asthmatic hive. In no time, layers will build
geologically, sedimentarily, as I choose
to move from upholstery to cobwebs then carpets
and back, everything within my power
to be spared, or made pre-history, to decide.
for Ameena Berkowitz
I am not tired of London. No. But tired
of being told I cannot be tired
of London and, thus, told I am not tired
of life; for if you’re tired of London
you’re tired of living they say. But I am
tired of London today. Just today
I am tired of living in London, but not
tired of life per se. Explaining this
is proving exhausting, actuallay.
I’ll leave it here, let these few words
lie in the sunlight on this desk, or drift
where my eyes pay the sky
a quick visit… stick that
in your minutes.
Rob Miles is based in Yorkshire. He has published widely in anthologies and magazines such as Ambit, Orbis and Lunar Poetry, online in Nutshells and Nuggets and Morphrog, with poems forthcoming in publications including The Interpreter’s House, Angle and The Anthology of Age (The Emma Press). He’s won several international competitions including the Philip Larkin Society Prize, judged by Don Paterson, and been placed, commended or shortlisted in the Bridport, the Gregory O’Donoghue, Wenlock, York and Ilkley literature festivals, Live Canon, the Carers UK Creative Writing Competition, and three times in the National Poetry Competition. Recently, one of his poems was selected by Honouring the Ancient Dead and will be offered to museums nationally to be used alongside displays of ancestral remains.