The Manor 2

The bookie in a camel hair

swirls breath in freezing air

watching the tote flash


to him it’s a poem of the form

singing six colours

on the greyhounds’ backs


put us a pony on Chingford Duchess

Apple of my Eye

Diamond Suzie


ten to one promises

finger-less gloves

caps and pints

one last chance

as the lights dim


and the hare’s running


go on my son!

get it up yer!


run my darling!

giv it some large!


torn tickets

float into empty chip tubs

between plastic seats

among a million dog-ends


and the hare

wins the race again


This poem was originally published in Attfield, S. (2000) Hope in Hell, Wollongong: Five Islands Press.