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Beth Somerford grew up in Hampshire, England and currently lives in Brighton with her composer husband.  She has four grown up children. Her poems have appeared in numerous publications, including Magma, Equinox, Obsessed with Pipework, Orbis, Iota, The Cannon’s Mouth, the French Literary Review, The Interpreter’s House and Brittle Star. She was first runner up in the Frogmore Prize in 2014 and has recently been shortlisted in a variety of competitions, including the 2017 Gregory O’Donoghue Prize. Her pamphlet Messing with Endings and book Rhyme and Reason: The Poetry of Leadership (as alter ego Sam Chittenden) were published in 2014. Details on www.bethsomerford.com

 

 

 

 

Of Floods. Of How,

 

 

if we’d slept beneath the tented

bonnet of the barn and half-

heard the corrugating storm,

I’d have barreled the water

drumming above, girdled

its falling - a cooper of sorts -

until you and I and the stones

of the crumbling barn were

lifted; an ark in the swell of a sea

of our making. 

                            We’d have

woven the rain; gathered its

hesitant tracks in a tie; encouraged

the skin-wetting beads down

a funnel of ribs to a warp

and weft crib, patterned with

stretches of silver. 

                                    How the dark

and our fretting fingers would

have had us spinning our genes

into silk - a knotted net to catch

the strange amphibian twitching

in the jug, and more:

a hooded caul, a slip, a gown,

a daughter.

                       

 

 

©2017 Beth Somerford

 

 

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