Ann Alexander

Ann Alexander won 1st prize in Mslexia’s poetry competition (2007), and Bedford Open (2007). Other prizes include the Frogmore, BBC Poem for Britain, Grey Hen, and Peterloo. She lives in Stratford upon Avon now.

To the front, as night is falling

Those who set up home by the sea
must consider the tides, and we do.
 
At the end of the day we walk to the sea, and talk
of the incoming, outgoing, neap and full,
high, ebb, spring and flood of the tides.
 
We consider the moon that sucks the tides;
full, horned, gibbous and pale,
waxing and waning, ringed and red.
 
The children, the ecstatic dogs,
louche youths under the granite walls,
have gone to earth.
 
Unobserved,
we sniff the wind that tickles the waves:
simoom, sirocco, willywar, breeze;
dip our squealing toes in the gravelly sea;
imagine the world that lies beneath –
its mountains and rifts, its wrecks, its bones;
the uplifting, collapsing of rock.
 
      Each morning he gets up,
      shakes his memory and the day to life –
      and if his eyes, his ears, his legs
      are every day a little less,
      the balance holds.
      Evening will come.
 
Walk me to the sea, he says then,
holding out his hand
to save me from drowning.
 

Ann Alexander

First Prize, Grey Hen Poetry Competition 2013 and published at www.greyhenpress.com;
Published in Old Things (Ward Wood 2016)

Publications: Old Things, Ward Wood, 2016
Too Close, Ward Wood, 2010
Nasty British & Short, Peterloo Poets, 2007
Facing Demons, Peterloo Poets, 2002
Essential Poems for Britain, Harper Collins, BBC

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