Martin TURNER Poems
- Atlantic Memoir Night comes and the clenching of teeth.
- A Kick Of Light I am Supergirl. I throw back my cape so ...
- Root Canals It’s all very well for you, straight as a canoe...
- This Daughterless Night This daughterless night is ...
- Dreaming Of The Dead From time to time the dead come for ...
- Evening Music Here comes the moment of the shimmering ...
- Leave-Taking 1. No beginning, this, but an end. For the ...
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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Night comes and the clenching of teeth.
Gone the ricercare of the birds.
A baroque sky of shell and pearl
gives way to one of dark silk.
Do you remember the man in the brown suit,
sipping his coffee in a shop by the front,
wandering with seven faces in the century’s mirrors,
now fêted in the bars along the sea?
In his verses the sea breathed,
the sea of the sweeping sleeve,
the sea sipping at the land,
the sea washing as an afterthought.
Inscrutable as a cat with the tail of a mouse
still hanging at the corner of its mouth,