Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Walling - Selected Poems

Seeing Pam Ayers on TV yesterday promoting a new book of poems I remembered her lovely four line poem of hers about drystone walling:

I am a drystone waller.
All day I drystone wall.
Of all appalling callings
drystone wallings worst of all.

I'm also quoting a thing I wrote recently for the Monday evening Reeth Writers Group on the "homework" topic of "stones" that also refers to drystone walling - by the way the use of "an" in naming "an Enoch Atkinson" refers to the fact that Janet's Ancestry searches have traced the name Enoch in the Atkinson family line back over at least 150 years and it probably extends even further back?  So its more than likely this wall was built by an Enoch Atkinson?



Walling

The pressure of the earth had bowed the wall
to gradually shed unbalanced stones.
Until last winter’s heave and swell of ground
had brought it down in its entirety.

I love the strict procedure, the order
in which these things must be done.
Stripping the wall and setting stones aside
in neat rows ranked by size and thickness.

Resetting tilted base stones, laying down
successive layers to match course and batter
Set first by an Enoch Atkinson
two hundred years or more ago.

I simply cannot comprehend the age
of this stone resting in my hands.
Sea sediment from ancient continents
compacted, hardened, quite  transformed.

Of all things I have done this wall remains, sound
against gales and drifts of snow.
So all that will endure of me perhaps
are these few metres of arranged stones?


Wilf Bishop
16th September 2013



 

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