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Jonathan Edwards's first collection, My Family and Other Superheroes (Seren) received the Costa Poetry Award and the Wales Book of the Year People's Choice Award. It was shortlisted for the Fenton Aldeburgh First Collection Prize. His poems have received prizes in the Ledbury Poetry Festival International Poetry Competition, the Basil Bunting Award and the Cardiff International Poetry Competition, and appeared in The Guardian, The Poetry Review, Poetry Wales, New Welsh Review and The Stinging Fly. A selection of his work has been recorded for the Poetry Archive. He lives in Crosskeys, South Wales, and works as a teacher. 

 

 

 

 

My Father Crashes a Car, 1965

 

 

So there he is look, there behind the wheel

of a company car, in waiting-to-be-retro

suit he’ll one day wear in photographs          

I’ll see, there with the curly hair he’ll later

give to me I’m not around to take it

yet. He pulls away: what’s in his head’s

 

the girl look in the hair and polka dots

he saw outside the ’stute last Friday night.

Here’s Newport, look, in February: the sky

is working through its endless repertoire

of greys and, as he heads towards Stow Hill,

the one thing he would not expect to see’s

 

what’s there: a girl in a canary yellow

bathing suit stretched on an E-type bonnet.

She’s there to market something; what she does is

send his head look spinning on his neck

like for this moment it’s the very world

look spinning on its axis. Who could really

 

think a young man under such conditions

would see the slowing, green and yes, expensive

car he’s sailing merrily towards

now all he sees is yellow? He gets out

to check the damage, his pre-air bag head

and there’s a moment now, before the girl

 

in yellow turns towards him look and laughs,

before the man in the green car has punched him

to the floor and everything’s gone black –

there is this moment he’s still not forgot,

when the man’s wife leaps from the passenger seat

and through the smoke, my father sees an angel

 

sprint towards him, wearing polka dots.

 

 

 

©2017 Jonathan Edwards

 

 

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