Dan Wyke’s Waiting for the Sky to Fall

Dan Wyke

  
Dan Wyke’s poems have appeared in a number of publications, including London Magazine, Oxford Poetry, TLS, The Rialto, The Reader, Staple, Thumbscrew, and The Spectator. He received an Eric Gregory Award in 1999.
 
Waterloo Press brought out a pamphlet, Scattering Ashes, in 2004, and Waiting for the Sky to Fall, also from Waterloo Press, is his first full-length collection.
 
Dan was born in 1973 and has lived in Verona, Rome and London. He has an MA in twentieth-century poetry and now lives in Brighton where he works as a counsellor.
 
 

 
 
Scattering Ashes
Dan Wyke

 
i.m. F.R. 1914-99
 
 
The first day of spring,
and roofs are steps from which
spotless gulls lift into deep blue;
a bright pool where a plane
ploughs a straight crawl.
 
They float, twirling like a mobile
in large, slow circles; descend
as angels, wings gold-fringed,
impressively outstretched:
no trick of flight is beyond them.
 
We run our fingers through you,
and don’t know what to do.
The wind takes it out of our hands;
years of you slipstreaming
in seconds over the grass.
 
The lightest parts remain aloft;
the heaviest settle on chalk:
a layer that lifts us, imperceptibly.
Stubborn, some of you clings,
insists on going with me.
 
Driving home in the dark,
gulls flock high overhead:
gliding sleepily in and out of group,
wherever the air flows, sifted
like a flurry of unseasonable snow.
 
 
 
Missing
Dan Wyke
 
In my last year at school, for no reason I could think of
I started skipping lessons and walking up to
the chain-link fence with its hem of notebook pages
and crisp bags, around the old playing-field
sculpted into the moonscape of a private golf-course.
 
I climbed over where it sagged and watched
from the fringe of uncut grass the tiny figures
packing and unpacking their kit, then disappearing
in swift, silent carts behind bunkers
that seemed to be scooped out of vanilla ice-cream.
 
During exams the sky turned an unreadable blue;
I lay down, not even day-dreaming.
Nearby, a man teed off: tensed, head-down, aiming
in his mind’s eye for the distant hole, which seemed
impossible, given where else the ball might go.
 
 
 
from Waiting for the Sky to Fall (Waterloo Press, 2010)
  
Read more about Waiting for the Sky to Fall.
  
Matthew Stewart reviews Waiting for the Sky to Fall.
  
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Visit Dan’s blog, Other Lives.

3 thoughts on “Dan Wyke’s Waiting for the Sky to Fall

  1. Julie

    It’s always such a thrill to come over here and read, Michelle. Damn powerful work! I love both poems, but wow…”Scattering Ashes” hit me with a thump. “Stubborn, some of you clings,/ insists on going with me.” Damn! I can’t even describe what that poem does to me. Amazing work.

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