We Drove out to Anywhere
Spitting mandolins of duck breast, sizzling,
start to suggest things;
the coming together of ramblers,
we masqueraded as them, on a May morning,
beer-gardened and pecking
at KP or WALKERS.
A slurp or two of shandy,
flat and warmed over conversation about
world-travel or mutual friends.
We could talk the fizz out of coke.
The gloopy remains are onions, peppers,
orange jus –
forked into a corner of the slate.
And then on, on to a bull-field,
empty and dog-legged under
a road-bridge.
We blanketed ourselves on tartan,
swapped sunglasses,
laid back and listened to crows
and gulls and far away
dogs bark
and are walked.
Christy Hall is a Northern poet, originally from Yorkshire but currently residing in the South East. This year he published his first chapbook through Fire Hazard Press in Hull, titled Later, You Returned to the Sea. With the help of his kind publisher, he sold 50 copies of that stable-bound, paperback chap. He is currently penning what will be his first full length collection; since April he has had poems accepted in ten e-zines and literary journals here at home and across the Atlantic. Christy graduated with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing from the University of Hull in 2010,