{"id":2479,"date":"2013-04-22T21:00:43","date_gmt":"2013-04-22T21:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479"},"modified":"2013-05-15T10:40:05","modified_gmt":"2013-05-15T10:40:05","slug":"three-poems-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479","title":{"rendered":"Three Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/littlebrother-s.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft  wp-image-2796\" alt=\"littlebrother s\" src=\"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/littlebrother-s.jpg\" width=\"500\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/littlebrother-s.jpg 1188w, https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/littlebrother-s-484x1024.jpg 484w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1188px) 100vw, 1188px\" \/><\/a><\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Cartographer Standing<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>They told you stand barefoot, the cool grass<br \/>\nspreading for the soles of your feet; weight<br \/>\nthrough your heels, and the pressure of your<br \/>\ntall body through your legs. Feel your feet,<br \/>\nthey said, feel the ground, the earth below.<br \/>\nWhat do you feel? And you, cartographer,<br \/>\nfollowed the route from skull to collar bones<br \/>\ninto your shoulder girdle, ribcage, and down<br \/>\nyour segmental spine, into a heavy pelvis,<br \/>\nhip sockets, femur, knee, fibula, the collection<br \/>\nof bones we call feet, and then, what was it?<br \/>\nIn this ungardened new-age, ageless place,<br \/>\nbeside the old A5 route, Dublin to London,<br \/>\npeople walked those centuries, were drawn<br \/>\nby horses, play swift car radios now, small,<br \/>\nshrill against the heavy valley, you weighed<br \/>\nagainst a thought. Bones, you thought. Bones.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<!--nextpage--><\/p>\n<p><strong>Seam<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re drawn to the edges of it<br \/>\nas if you could hold them,<br \/>\nthe lapping edges, and stretch it out<br \/>\nbetween the anorak people<br \/>\nstamping here, and the bare ones<br \/>\non the other side, in a bright place<br \/>\nhardly imaginable, where bathers<br \/>\nare all laid back and bare. We stand<br \/>\nat the edges and just above the surface,<br \/>\nconsider walking down. Into it.<br \/>\nInto it. Where the things<br \/>\nare so life sized they make a speck<br \/>\nof this diver, like a spaceman<br \/>\nin his breathing equipment,<br \/>\nlooking for something small.<br \/>\nSmall enough to spear. Wide eyes<br \/>\nwith the colour of depth, like a baby<br \/>\nwhen he surfaces. The world<br \/>\nfills lungs to bursting, and, limited,<br \/>\nsends him back in, past the edges<br \/>\nto shudder again. How cold it is.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<!--nextpage--><\/p>\n<p><strong>i<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This text comes, and, in the office,<br \/>\nwhere I am what I do and the small<br \/>\nthings I do seem largely important.<br \/>\nI\u2019m not sure I want to, want to go<br \/>\nin a convoy of big laughter, chasing<br \/>\nravenously along skinny coast roads,<br \/>\nfor the tide, to stand in the loud<br \/>\ncold crew, stuffing good bodies<br \/>\ninto thick wetsuits full of old smells<br \/>\nof rubber and sea, to race beach<br \/>\nin my bare feet, stinging and bright<br \/>\nwith its million particles of sand,<br \/>\nhilarious, urgent to forget myself.<br \/>\nAnd I\u2019m easy to forget, little I,<br \/>\ncarried in the great, cupped palm,<br \/>\nfun-sized, body slung out by a sea<br \/>\nthat slices at tiny shores, held up,<br \/>\npressed down, gathered and cycled.<br \/>\nAgain. Hopeless with small laughter,<br \/>\nwrung out by the wheeling tide.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>They told you stand barefoot, the cool grass<br \/>\nspreading for the soles of your feet; weight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":47,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[294],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v20.2.1 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Three Poems - The Manchester Review<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479\" \/>\n<link rel=\"next\" href=\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479&page=2\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Three Poems - The Manchester Review\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"They told you stand barefoot, the cool grass spreading for the soles of your feet; weight\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"The Manchester Review\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2013-04-22T21:00:43+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:modified_time\" content=\"2013-05-15T10:40:05+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/littlebrother-s.jpg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Alys Conran\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Alys Conran\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"2 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479\",\"url\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479\",\"name\":\"Three Poems - The Manchester Review\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/#website\"},\"datePublished\":\"2013-04-22T21:00:43+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2013-05-15T10:40:05+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/#\/schema\/person\/173c038a8a70beed41bdb42d5f18d7d0\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?p=2479\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/#website\",\"url\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/\",\"name\":\"The Manchester Review\",\"description\":\"The Manchester Review\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":\"required name=search_term_string\"}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/#\/schema\/person\/173c038a8a70beed41bdb42d5f18d7d0\",\"name\":\"Alys Conran\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"http:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/wp-includes\/images\/blank.gif\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/www.themanchesterreview.co.uk\/wp-includes\/images\/blank.gif\",\"caption\":\"Alys Conran\"},\"description\":\"Alys Conran\u2019s poetry, short stories and translations have been placed in several competitions including the Bristol Short Story Prize and the Manchester Fiction Prize, published in a number of anthologies and magazines including Nu: Fiction and Stuff by Parthian Books and Cut on the Bias by Honno Press, and read at The Hay Festival and on Radio Four. 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