Wild Court

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

  • ‘Aged’: a poem by Stuart Henson

    ‘Aged’: a poem by Stuart Henson

              Aged   I’m thinking again of Gallagher’s strat. You can’t get that sweated scrubbed-out look from a custom shop, and you can’t cheat it down like some shabby-chic with a sanding-block. Just the road-house hours—in the clubs with the crowd and the guys with real chops. And drinking too much.…

  • ‘Silence’: a poem by Jack Houston

    ‘Silence’: a poem by Jack Houston

    Photo by bennoptic on Unsplash           Silence   A squirrel scampers the wall of the nature reserve In this idyll I’m not sure I fully deserve, Four moorhens, the family of swans, And from a thicket a robin in full song, Two young humans sharing a kiss, And here floating, alone,…

  • Two poems by Tim Scott

    Two poems by Tim Scott

              The Form of an Armoured Car (Belfast, 1977)   A Saracen’s squat tonnage shudders through the lines of flat-faced houses. Its heartbeat pulses on their window panes as soldiers scatter into pre-established patterns: defilade, enfilade, duck and cover, run. Boots clatter over cobblestones. An officer shouts. His public school English…

  • On ‘Hollow Palaces: An Anthology of Modern Country House Poems’

    On ‘Hollow Palaces: An Anthology of Modern Country House Poems’

        Rishi Dastidar   An odd place to start but bear with. The Fence, a new-ish, waggish magazine (think Private Eye meets Popbitch) shared the following snippet in a recent newsletter, reporting the Keystone Cops-esque plotting of some various lords and ladies to ensure Brexit got done:   Obsequiousness reigns: Prins writes to Salisbury…

  • ‘Landskein’: a poem by Jenny Pagdin

    ‘Landskein’: a poem by Jenny Pagdin

    Photo by Dagmara Dombrovska on Unsplash         Landskein   The hut tilted and in came the tide, gathering jars and books from my shelves – but it was their time. Through the bobbing window there was still that one dark stain between sea and sky, the inky line spreading into the water…

  • ‘Two Visions’ – a translation from the Estonian of Mathura

    ‘Two Visions’ – a translation from the Estonian of Mathura

      Below is an English version of the two-part poem ‘Kaks nägemust’ (‘Two Visions’) by the Estonian poet, Mathura. Winner of the Gustav Suits Poetry Award and other literary prizes in his native country, Mathura’s work has been rendered into a dozen languages and, here, has been translated into English in collaboration with the poet…

  • ‘Gothic’: a poem by Mark Wynne

    ‘Gothic’: a poem by Mark Wynne

    ‘The Nightmare’ by John Henry Fuseli, oil on canvas, 1781           Gothic   Where are you now? At the first flush of dawn everything pitched with exaggeration. An ordinary evening against a dull sky illuminated by lightning… Your letters – ironic, obscene – seduced by a fourth-wave feminist in remission. Ruined…

  • On ‘The Sleep Road’ by Stewart Sanderson

    On ‘The Sleep Road’ by Stewart Sanderson

        Matthew Stewart   In his first full collection, The Sleep Road (Tapsalterie, 2022), Stewart Sanderson addresses several issues that are currently popular among many poets of his generation: the relationship between the human and natural worlds, the role that history plays in understanding the present, and an examination of national identity.   Nevertheless,…

  • ‘Church Crawling’: a poem by John Greening

    ‘Church Crawling’: a poem by John Greening

    Fotheringhay © Kevin Gardner           Church Crawling for Kevin Gardner   Leighton Bromswold Yes, locked, of course. And once we find the key it’s comically huge, and hard to turn, but when it does, George Herbert’s century comes tumbling, sliding, singing at my phone from beams and dust and tracery and…

  • ‘Ballad of the Outer Life’: from the German of Hugo von Hofmannsthal

    ‘Ballad of the Outer Life’: from the German of Hugo von Hofmannsthal

        Below is a translation by James Owens of the poem ‘Ballade des äußeren Lebens’ by the Austrian poet, novelist and essayist Hugo von Hofmannsthal (1874-1929). Stefan Zweig wrote of Hofmannsthal: “In world literature, except for Keats and Rimbaud, I know no other youthful example of a similar impeccability in the mastering of language, no…

  • Two poems by Hamish Whyte

    Two poems by Hamish Whyte

    Photo by Michael Mahood on Unsplash         From the Sea-window   The tide’s going out. The heron stalks the rock pools. A dunlin picks its way through the seaweed. A black poodle paddles in the shallows. The ladies who swim wade ashore and take off their wetsuits and pink floats. The heron…

  • ‘Window in the Rock’ – a poem by Lucy Dixcart

    ‘Window in the Rock’ – a poem by Lucy Dixcart

       Andrea Sonda on Unsplash           Window in the Rock   When you glimpse it you’re crammed into a floating bathtub with a teenage boy at the tiller, hurtling towards likely death. At the moment you think if I live, Mum can never know, you look back and spot the rogue pixel…

  • A statement for the importance of poems in a life: on Jonathan Davidson’s ‘A Commonplace’

    A statement for the importance of poems in a life: on Jonathan Davidson’s ‘A Commonplace’

        Daniel Bennett   A sense of place abounds in Jonathan Davidson’s A Commonplace (Smith-Doorstep, 2020), and while that might seem natural from the title, the ‘place’ here derives from a translation of the Latin term ‘locus communis’ or ‘a general or common topic’. Commonplace books were collections of sayings, proverbs or quotations on…

  • ‘Zaban i urdu’ – a poem by Amaan Hyder

    ‘Zaban i urdu’ – a poem by Amaan Hyder

    Harry Grout on Unsplash           Zaban i urdu   Zaban i urdu, meaning language of the camp. In Urdu, here is idher or yahan. There is udher or wahan. We drive through a town. My father says, We lived here when we first came to England. Temporary lodging. A street of houses…

  • Two poems by Matthew Paul

    Two poems by Matthew Paul

    Frans Ruiter on Unsplash           Brian Clough in the Rijksmuseum   I had four beautiful days in Amsterdam. The weather was gorgeous, the sights were just absolutely gorgeous. Everything about the place is magic. – The Frost Interview, 1974   As he stood eye to eye with Rembrandt’s 1628 self-portrait, did newly-sacked…

  • Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Prize 2022 – winner

    Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Prize 2022 – winner

        Gabriela Sambuccetti MA in Modern Languages, Literature and Culture, Arts & Humanities     A Migrant in a Piece of Paper   A migrant could be someone who bought a plane ticket to London, and talked with customer service and customs at the airport, and filled a pile of papers, and got into…

  • Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Prize 2022 – joint runners-up

    Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Prize 2022 – joint runners-up

        Jit Mun MSc Early Intervention in Psychosis, Institute of Psychiatry, Psychology and Neuroscience         New Year Moon   The luminous New Year moon Ascends in empty moorlands instead of the red and gold splendour of Banquet halls eight hours forward or in the ice-white lights of my grandparents’ home, their table…

  • Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Prize 2022 – specially commended

    Cosmo Davenport-Hines Poetry Prize 2022 – specially commended

              Heilien Diedericks     PhD Global Health and Social Medicine, Department of Global Health & Social Medicine   Moving the family Through the passenger window, the mountain burns. The Mantis God lives in those flames; her white karos the break between heat and death. Once, She rode the mountain’s back as it…

  • Three pamphlets reviewed by Richie McCaffery

    Three pamphlets reviewed by Richie McCaffery

        Richie McCaffery   It is apt that John Greening recently edited the Carcanet selection of Iain Crichton Smith’s poems. There’s an anecdote that does the rounds in Scottish literary circles, probably apocryphal, which goes: Norman MacCaig was walking down the street in Edinburgh and he sees a friend, so he stops them and…

  • ‘In the Mountains of the Monédières, by the Green Waters of the Vienne’ – a poem by Hilary Davies

    ‘In the Mountains of the Monédières, by the Green Waters of the Vienne’ – a poem by Hilary Davies

    © Hilary Davies           In the Mountains of the Monédières, by the Green Waters of the Vienne   In the mountains of the Monédières I sat by the brook and waited for you. The young goats came to see And the pipits dipped all along the watercourses. On a sudden I thought:…