Martin TURNER Poems
- Root Canals It’s all very well for you, straight as a canoe...
- Lines For Alexander Blok Bushels of light from the electric ...
- The Master In memoriam Tom Ravenette In old age I comfort...
- Teide Teide, at three thousand metres, a honeycomb of rock ...
- Tankas For The Memory 1. Pathetic fallacy Tanka Late ...
- Escape From Venice No disease, or death here, or ...
- November Heritage A yellow sky has curled around pumpkins, ...
Raised in Post-War plenty, I could hear the chains of concentration camps rattling somewhere close by; but we children of the earnest fifties were soon etched by the permissions of 1965-1975; when these unwelcome hallucinations faded, so did many other false values; but patiently, like grass growing under a still-burning city, a Christian Taoist existentialism came to redeem an otherwise trite life.
After a psychology degree at Exeter University, I trained as a teacher and, in Scotland, as an educational psychologist. In psychology I have edited, authored and co-authored four books, including Psychological Assessment of Dyslexia (Whurr,1997) and Dyslexia Guidance (with Philippa... more »
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It’s all very well for you,
straight as a canoe or arrow,
to leap from your speeding bicycle into the air –
to follow a new vector in a thin medium;
but for us who could hardly bear
to greet or regard your so-stable coffin
only a few feet from where you should be sitting,
life, always a strain, is now more so,
a wending through the motions
of serving trays to the elderly,
walking a small dog, or otherwise
having our lives bent unwillingly towards others.
Forty-seven years ago you landed,
cocky, abrasive and eight years old
in our class ...