Annunciation
I was alone at the well.
I was doused in shadow and in deed.
My yoke lay on the ground, waiting.
I cannot say what I mean.
I was come upon.
I was going to carry the water to my espoused man,
Joseph, of the house of David.
Gillian Allnutt, from How the Bicycle Shone: New And Selected Poems, Bloodaxe, 2007.
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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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There’s economy, there’s compression.! O lord. The power of dialect. I was come upon. Unforgettable. Thank you, Anthony. I hadn’t known this poem. Now I can’t un-know it.
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Reblogged this on The Great Fogginzo's Cobweb and commented:
First Advent poem….lovely. Now I’m waiting for tomorrow to see what it brings.
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