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by Sophie Hannah | |

The During Months

 Like summer in some countries and like rain
in mine, for nuns like God, for drunks like beer,
like food for chefs, for invalids like pain,
You've occupied a large part of the year.
The during months to those before and since would make a ratio of ten to two, counting the ones spent trying to convince myself there was a beating heart in you when diagrams were all you'd let me see.
Hearts should be made of either blood or stone, of both, like mine.
There's still December free - the month in which I'll save this year, alone.


by Sophie Hannah | |

Occupational Hazard

 He has slept with accountants and brokers,
With a cowgirl (well, someone from Healds).
He has slept with non-smokers and smokers In commercial and cultural fields.
He has slept with book-keepers, book-binders, Slept with auditors, florists, PAs Child psychologists, even child minders, With directors of firms and of plays.
He has slept with the stupid and clever.
He has slept with the rich and the poor But he sadly admits that he's never Slept with a poet before.
Real poets are rare, he confesses, While it's easy to find a cashier.
So I give him some poets' addresses And consider a change of career.


by Sophie Hannah | |

Leaving and Leaving You

 When I leave you postcode and your commuting station,
When I left undone all the things we planned to do
You may feel you have been left by association
But there is leaving and leaving you.
When I leave your town and the club that you belong to, When I leave without much warning or much regret, Remember, there's doing wrong and there's doing wrong to You, which I'll never do and I haven't yet, And when I have gone, remember that in weighing Everything up, from love to a cheaper rent, You were all the reasons I thought of staying, And none of the reasons why I went And although I leave your sight and I leave your setting, And our separation is soon to be a fact, Though you stand beside what I'm leaving and forgetting, I'm not leaving you, not if motive makes the act.


by Sophie Hannah | |

Long For This World

 I settle for less than snow,
try to go gracefully like seasons go

which will regain their ground -
ditch, hill and field - when a new year comes round.
Now I know everything: how winter leaves without resenting spring, lives in a safe time frame, gives up so much but knows he can reclaim all titles that are his, fall out for months and still be what he is.
I settle for less than snow: high only once, then no way up from low, then to be swept from drives.
Ten words I throw into your changing lives fly like ten snowballs hurled: I hope to be, and will, long for this world.


by Sophie Hannah | |

Your Dad Did What?

 Where they have been, if they have been away,
or what they've done at home, if they have not -
you make them write about the holiday.
One writes My Dad did.
What? Your Dad did what? That's not a sentence.
Never mind the bell.
We stay behind until the work is done.
You count their words (you who can count and spell); all the assignments are complete bar one and though this boy seems bright, that one is his.
He says he's finished, doesn't want to add anything, hands it in just as it is.
No change.
My Dad did.
What? What did his Dad? You find the 'E' you gave him as you sort through reams of what this girl did, what that lad did, and read the line again, just one 'e' short: This holiday was horrible.
My Dad did.