I wrote a book with my coat
I wrote with the coat of my childhood
and I wrote with the coat of the prophets
In it the coat of my father
and his father swaying in church
My mother spoke French with her mother
and I tried to write with their coats
the words hello and goodnight
their hurt goodbyes at the airport
They were never part of my coat
though owned by my coat as I wrote
I would now like to write my book
with a coat that is not my coat
perhaps the coat of the sea
the coat of a stone or a painting
Goodnight little coat little coats
I am grateful for all you have given me
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I am a lecturer, poet and writing tutor. I work in teacher and medical education at the University of Exeter. My anthology Lifesaving Poems was published by Bloodaxe Books in 2015. In 2012 I published Riddance (Worple Press), a collection of poems, and Love for Now (Impress Books), a memoir, about my experience of cancer. My most recent books are Deck Shoes (Impress Books, 2019), a book of prose memoir and criticism, and The Afterlife (Worple Press, 2019). In 2023 I will publish The Wind and the Rain, my sixth collection of poems, with Blue Diode Press. My current research project, with Sue Dymoke from Nottingham Trent University and funded by the Foyle Foundation, is Young Poets' Stories: https://youngpoetsstories.com/. This blog is archived by the British Library.
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Hi praise indeed Charlie!
All love as ever
Anthony
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Did you write this poem? It’s brilliant, I love it.
ref your latest post, often you tap into exactly how I feel, and that post (the latest one) was a prime example. I thought I had given up commenting on people’s blogs, but not this time!
Thanks, & best wishes, Caroline
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Dear Caroline. Thank you for saying so!
Guilty as charged.
Thank you for taking the time to comment.
As ever
Anthony
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