Rope Swing
In the brook’s spate, spitting - angry as
me
the twisted end knot, spurred and snagged
Warm summer days, the rope swing swayed
bank to wall top, bombing the pool of
laughter
un-still, endless branch-tied sinuous joy
full of youth, I gave you all a hank of fun
Short frayed sisal, now rots and swings
gently
silent as you, my torment image
dripping - in the noose.
Andrew Collinson
Andrew Collinson attended Clitheroe Royal
Grammar School near where his family farmed, now an engineer, the scenic
Lancashire village of Sabden is home.
Landscapes, the farm, nature, weather, man’s destruction, local history & dialect all inspire his writing. New Context 5, Northern Counties Collection, Pendle War Poetry, Networds & Plumb Tree Tavern all exhibit Andrews work.