Swimming and Writing: South is the word, is the word, have you heard...

Monday, 19 January 2015

South is the word, is the word, have you heard...

One of my poems is in the current edition (Number 27) of the excellent journal Southword. The guest editor is Matthew Sweeney and the assembled company is star-spangled. Needless to say I am very chuffed ..... Can you spot me? (Clue: I'm not wearing my swimming hat .....)

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Anonymous19 January 2015 at 23:02
The photo's a clue! I'm surprised the rack is almost empty. Or have they stopped laying? Enjoyed the poem.

We often look after other people's hens when they go away. We get the best of both worlds that way, I think. The eggs, the fun, the company of the chickens, without having to organise the operation.
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Swimming Song

This summer I went swimming

This summer I might have drowned

But I held my breath

I kicked my feet

I moved my arms around

This summer I swam in the ocean

And I swam in a swimming pool

Salt my wounds, chlorined my eyes

I'm a self-destructive fool

Self-destructive fool

This summer I did the backstroke

And you know that that's not all

I did the breaststroke, the butterfly

And the old Australian crawl

The old Australian crawl

This summer I swam in a public place

And a reservoir to boot

At the latter I was informal

At the former I wore my suit

I wore my swimming suit

Oh, this summer I did swan dives

And jack knives for you all

And once when you weren't looking

I did a cannon ball

This summer I went swimming

This summer I might have drowned

But I held my breath, I kicked my feet

And moved my arms around

I moved my arms around

Loudon Wainwright III

Swimming and Writing

Monday, 19 January 2015

South is the word, is the word, have you heard...

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