This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.

Jon Silkin Poem

This is the house
                             Stane built
and Wade enlarged

These are the girls housed in the school
              which Gammell bought

and here the mystic grounds.

One girl spoons jam
in the pouches of raspberry cheeks
One puts a knotted pair
of gym shoes on the table her cell of young women eats off.

One with the long-staying patience of a tuning-fork
             seeks implements
scythe, shaped like a young moon. To harvest with.
She imagines children, yet there‚Äôs work; the song-bird will flutter
through dark branched by these oaks. She falters in
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