PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
Mark FordLetters And So It Goes
Letters from Young Mr Grace
(aka John Ashbery)

(PN Review 239)
Henry Kingon Toby Martinez de las Rivas
(PN Review 244)
Eavan BolandA Lyric Voice at Bay
(PN Review 121)
Vahni CapildeoOn Judging Prizes, & Reading More than Six Really Good Books
(PN Review 237)
Tim Parksin conversation with Natalia Ginzburg
(PN Review 49)
Next Issue Subha Mukherji Dying and Living with De la Mare Carl Phillips Fall Colors and other poems Alex Wylie The Bureaucratic Sublime: on the secret joys of contemporary poetry Marilyn Hacker Montpeyroux Sonnets David Herman Memories of Raymond Williams
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
PN Review New Issue

This poem is taken from PN Review 118, Volume 24 Number 2, November - December 1997.

Four Poems Val Warner

'My wall, my washing-line'

England is falling over that wall, pink
like blood and pus mixed... with toil, tears and sweat:
dog rose, June rose, an unofficial link
... musk-roses, or from eglantine, well-met
with some old hedgerow cross. She ghosts my eyes
beyond the pane, pleading... 'We didn't see
her pinning petticoats and knickers high
up on the thorns - a crowning pair was tree'd -
night of the VE anniversary.
Tess, sweet old soul next door, not touched... to see,
screeching "My wall, my washing-line"!' 'Not pissed?'
'Her...' 'Hell to have the past thrown up now.' Blessed
heirs to their journey's end... their light, and missed...
Like broken glass a-top a wall - a prang! -
there's dew on the dog rose, rain or shine,
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image