NEW LOCKDOWN SONNET 3
The tired November night sticks to my face.
I stroll the autumn streets just like we all
Stroll somewhere. Suddenly I slip and fall
And leaf-mulch holds me in its soft embrace.
I think Iíll stay here. I quite like this place,
Itís safe and simple, far from Covidís call.
I lie there on the pavement, feeling small
And insignificant, but then a bass
Note from a passing car stirs me to move,
Stand up and think ĎThis is a metaphor
For how we all fall down then stand up straight
And tell the stories that we tell to prove
Weíve lived through things that few have seen before
So raise your voice to lift the lockdown weight.í
© Ian McMillan
now, new pamphlet 'Yes But What Is This? What Exactly?'
by Ian McMillan (Smith|Doorstep)
'I've decided, after last Friday's Sporting History conference, that every conference should have a poet, and it should always be Ian McMillan!'
'the verbal gymnastics of a north country Spike
Milligan coupled with the comic timing of Eric Morecambe' Martin
Dimery, Frome Festival
'I knew he was good, but heís even better' Wirral Festival of
'world-class Ė one of todayís greatest poetry
performers' Carol Ann Duffy
'inching towards the status of a National Treasure'
Ian is poet-in-residence for The Academy of Urbanism and Barnsley FC. He presents
The Verb every week on BBC R3 and heís a regular on
BBC Breakfast, Coast, Pick of the Week, You &
Yours, Last Word and The Arts Show. Heís been a castaway on
Desert Island Discs and subject of The South Bank Show. Cats
make him sneeze.
ĎIf there's a more engaging presence on the radio than Barnsley poet Ian McMillan and a more entertaining show than Radio 3's The Verb then I don't know ití
Stuart Maconie, Radio Times