Wild Court

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

Tim Cumming

  • ‘Window’: a poem by Tim Cumming

    ‘Window’: a poem by Tim Cumming

    Window Her hand reaches through a slim shaft ofmorning sunlight falling across a goldsmith’swindow on the corner of a 1930s blockin the centre of town eighteen monthsinto the war, double prams crammed on busesbuckling under the press of human flesh,passengers peeling off and climbing on,skirting that one couple pressed to the glassof a goldsmith’s window…

  • ‘Ted Bar’: a poem by Tim Cumming

    ‘Ted Bar’: a poem by Tim Cumming

    Ted Bar On the down escalator at Tottenham Court Road after Stick in the Wheel’s gig at the 100 Club, I’m reckoning the last time I took those steps was back in the Eighties for Sonny Fortune, walking up from the Spanish Bar with Dave. I’m still riding the buzz of the gig as I…