Chris Woods

Circus Roar

The wind is walking down the telegraph wire
from Top o’th Moor Farm to Moorbottom Road,
swaying in the breeze of its own making,

balancing Blondin-like, no net, just spider’s webs
and whinberry bushes and trees gasping
at the audacity, salaaming to the ringing rope.

Under big tent clouds flung-far birds trapeze the day,
link up in a troop and tour the countryside.
No wild beasts just wind pawing the grass,

leaping from the centre pole of Peel Tower at a walker
with red nose, baggy pants, hair plastered down.
Rain chucks itself in buckets. Thunder cracks its whip.

Chris Woods lives in Lancashire and his background is in GP. His poetry has appeared in Acumen, Poetry Review, The Guardian, The Hippocrates Prize
Anthology, PN Review, The British Medical Journal, The London Magazine, The Spectator and The Times Literary Supplement amongst others and been
broadcast on BBC Radio and Channel Four Television. He has been a prize winner in poetry competitions, and his poetry has appeared in anthologies in the UK and America. His first poetry collection, Recovery, is published by Enitharmon Press. His second collection, Dangerous Driving, is published by Comma Press.