Yvonne Reddick
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‘Waterland’: a poem by Yvonne Reddick
Waterland There are still pike in Jesus Ditch. The length of three finger-joints, quicker than dactyls. Gone before you can say ‘Jack Pickerel.’ Drowned land, drained land, […]
An international poetry journal based in the English Department of King’s College London
Waterland There are still pike in Jesus Ditch. The length of three finger-joints, quicker than dactyls. Gone before you can say ‘Jack Pickerel.’ Drowned land, drained land, […]