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Some Histories of the Sheffield Flood 1864
Rob Hindle
Rob Hindle
Rob Hindle was born in Rotherham and spent time in Leeds and Madrid
before settling in Sheffield in 1994. He works for the WEA and,
occasionally, for the University of Sheffield. He has had poems and short
stories published in several magazines including Staple and Dreamcatcher.
This sequence of poems was written while participating in a Writers'
Development Programme run by Yorkshire Art Circus, and reflects his
interest in using poetry as a means of examining history and our
relationship with it.
This pamphlet is one of the three winning submissions to the 2006 Templar
Poetry Pamphlet Competition
before settling in Sheffield in 1994. He works for the WEA and,
occasionally, for the University of Sheffield. He has had poems and short
stories published in several magazines including Staple and Dreamcatcher.
This sequence of poems was written while participating in a Writers'
Development Programme run by Yorkshire Art Circus, and reflects his
interest in using poetry as a means of examining history and our
relationship with it.
This pamphlet is one of the three winning submissions to the 2006 Templar
Poetry Pamphlet Competition
ANN TRICKET'S SAMPLER (1815)
Found at Warren Vale, Rawmarsh, about 12 miles downstream
from the Trickett farmhouse at Malin Bridge.
Bright red of poppies
for the grapes round the border.
Red too for the pots of roses.
She has never seen grapes
or heard the word terracotta.
The verses worry her.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
disturbs her work. On the hill
the sharp, bare shapes of trees
shake at an empty sky.
And guard me with a watchful eye.
She bends close, working the bright gold
of birds below her name.
The words of the psalm are black
and rigid. In the paths of death I tread
With gloomy horrors overspread.
There is a grand, strong house
with a portico and three broad steps
down to an avenue of limes.
There is a fishpond in a dark ground
with ducks on it, beaks touching
almost. Some sheep and deer
stand near the water. A dog is sniffing
the air, the short day's end.
And streams shall murmur all around.
© Rob Hindle 2006
Found at Warren Vale, Rawmarsh, about 12 miles downstream
from the Trickett farmhouse at Malin Bridge.
Bright red of poppies
for the grapes round the border.
Red too for the pots of roses.
She has never seen grapes
or heard the word terracotta.
The verses worry her.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
disturbs her work. On the hill
the sharp, bare shapes of trees
shake at an empty sky.
And guard me with a watchful eye.
She bends close, working the bright gold
of birds below her name.
The words of the psalm are black
and rigid. In the paths of death I tread
With gloomy horrors overspread.
There is a grand, strong house
with a portico and three broad steps
down to an avenue of limes.
There is a fishpond in a dark ground
with ducks on it, beaks touching
almost. Some sheep and deer
stand near the water. A dog is sniffing
the air, the short day's end.
And streams shall murmur all around.
© Rob Hindle 2006
PB £3.00
ISBN-13 978-0-9550023-4-2
