Seagrasses

During lockdown I was asked by Torbay Council to write poems about the Brixham trawlers and the fishing industry in general. It was not something I knew much about and came as something of a surprise for an LGBTQIA etc poet whose normal output concerns all sorts of urban foibles such as why do they re-arrange supermarket displays, and being envious of beards.

During the writing process my producer, (yes!, they assigned me a producer. How grown up is that?), suggested I look at the environment around Brixham. As it was, I was also doing a free course online to pass the time, about the ecosystem of seagrass and mangrove environments.

Go to Fishcombe Cove, she said, and see what you might come up with. And this poem was it.

Of the poems in my resultant collection Squidbox, (published 2020 by Torbay Culture), https://www.amazon.co.uk/Squidbox-Poems-Brixham-fishing-industry-ebook/dp/B0GKYPB7S4?ref_=ast_author_dp_rw&th=1&psc=1&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.4cEtlwsYPzBOmGeNJJQn0KbJo8mXZzgXbHSqpckFi3S3sePx5bQy5jgw3a5p914255FmOi4THHoaiGPZ8i153azUUSvv7qjB9oHpaygBisOFZFPQI19_-wQiWtt9uaLxLXjT-bX08nKNw9A6J2wx3g.iZoeiLtsEUx4lEFgTmGRG6ft6Gkg7kN21h6Up9ZV8oY&dib_tag=AUTHOR this has been my favourite to perform. This particularly performance was in Penzance last year.

Capability Brown


Capability Brown

Capability Brown
dance for me wig boy
flatten those hillocks
never touched a shovel in his life

Capability Brown
I salute your pastel gilet
drain that lake
I left my mobile phone in the charabanc

Capability Brown
call that a scrotum?
turf over that peat bog
I gravitate with sadness to your clinical arboretum

Capability Brown
no lover of fungus
undulate that grassy knoll
you told me to grow edible herbs, such sage advice

Capability Brown
here comes a mallard
duck!
aiyeeeek yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk
oh it was a seagull 

Capability Brown
I salute your pastel gilet
Flatten those hillocks
you were born in 1716, no wonder you’re dead

Capability Brown
here comes a mallard
Turf over that peat bog
never touched a shovel in his life

Capability Brown
call that a scrotum?
drain that lake
you were both in 1716, that’s just after quarter past five

Capability Brown
shoving shrubs in your underpants
Rearrange that copse
I gravitate with sadness to your clinical arboretum

Capability Brown
he’s the dog’s bollocks
flatten those hillocks
The trouble with French is that they haven’t got a word for
entrepreneur

Capability Brown
no lover of fungus
undulate that grassy knoll
someone threw cheese at me, which wasn’t very mature

Capability Brown
I salute your pastel bollocks
drain that mallard
every time I paint the skirting board I get very emulsional 

Capability Brown
Rhododendrons in your y-fronts
can I prance on your lawn?
I gravitate with sadness to your clinical arboretum
I gravitate with sadness to your clinical arboretum
I gravitate with sadness to your clinical arboretum

Arboretum?
I only just met ‘em.
Capability Brown!
What a tosser.