Thursday 21 September 2017

Clare Pollard

Clare Pollard

 

THE HUMAN BOY

 
 
howls behind bars at night, in germfree dark.
This is called ‘learning to self-soothe’.

His comforter’s a polyester dinosaur, then later
the promised chicken-dippers and computer.

At nursery he ‘experiences the texture’
of cold spaghetti; a tray full of sand.

His milk contains fructo-oligosaccharides.
He encircles himself with tiny lorries.

For him, the fox wears a bowtie.
The pigs go to school and wash their hands.
 
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CLARE POLLARD’s fourth poetry collection, Changeling, is a Poetry Book Society Recommendation. Her play The Weather premiered at the Royal Court Theatre, and her documentary for radio, ‘My Male Muse’, was a Radio 4 pick of the year. Her latest book is a version of Ovid’s Heroines. Clare lives in South London with her husband and son.
 
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Read more work by Clare Pollard:

 
Four audio poems at The Poetry Archive
Information and links at Poetry International

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