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.