Barking Up The Right Tree (Poem)

Another short one from the Arvon course. For a bit of context, it was written about (and named for) the sculpture in the picture – which (aside from living in my childhood nightmares) is made entirely out of donated cutlery and scrap metal and can be found in the Sheffield Millennium Galleries.

The creature sits in pride of place
next to the gallery gift shop,
triple heads held high.

A twisted cutlery cousin of Cerberus,
I always imagined its birth 
as a flurry of Frankensteinian madness
in a Sheffield scrapheap or some other such place
where odd bits and bobs,
the detritus of everyday life,
find themselves a new purpose.


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