Wild Court

An international poetry journal based in the English Department of King’s College London

Rory Waterman

  • A poem by Rory Waterman

    A poem by Rory Waterman

    Below is a poem from Rory Waterman’s fourth collection, Come Here to This Gate, published by Carcanet on 25th April. Until that date, the Carcanet website is offering a 25% discount on the collection, and free UK postage, with the pre-order code RWGATE25 at checkout. There will be an online launch, hosted by Declan Ryan,…

  • An excerpt from ‘Wendy Cope’ by Rory Waterman: on her ‘Saint Hilda of Whitby’

    An excerpt from ‘Wendy Cope’ by Rory Waterman: on her ‘Saint Hilda of Whitby’

      Rory Waterman writes: This is a slightly edited short excerpt from my recent book Wendy Cope (Liverpool University Press, 2021), reprinted here with thanks to the publisher. In 2018, I was asked to review Cope’s new collection, Anecdotal Evidence, for the Times Literary Supplement, which got me thinking: why has nobody written a book…

  • ‘Purple Pintle’ – a poem by Rory Waterman

    ‘Purple Pintle’ – a poem by Rory Waterman

            Purple Pintle About and by Dr Bob Pintle Associate Professor in Professional Creativity, Peterborough University and for Dr Andrew Taylor, who did not inspire it   His end-of-term Zoom seminars were fine. Students logged on, saw that he was there but no-one else was, then logged out again: their logos would appear…

  • Two Pintle poems by Rory Waterman

    Two Pintle poems by Rory Waterman

            Re: Application FAO Dr Bob Pintle Senior Lecturer in Professional Creativity, Peterborough University and also dedicated to Dr Andrew Taylor, who did not inspire the poem   Dear Robert, The Board regrets to inform several colleagues, including you, that your recent sabbatical applications will not go forward, after review. The panel felt…

  • ‘Alfreton Town 0, Brackley Town 1’: a poem by Rory Waterman

    ‘Alfreton Town 0, Brackley Town 1’: a poem by Rory Waterman

              Alfreton Town 0, Brackley Town 1 (89’)   for Lloyd Pettiford and Adam Tocock   The pitch is white where the sun’s not been seen on its hill-cresting flight. The tea queue is long and shrouded in breath, as men in fat coats grunt at each other, though the game’s going…