The Friday Poem on 25th June 2O21
Clare Best’s poem ‘beyond the gate’ is part memorial, part lament for Sarah Everard, and for all the other women attacked while walking alone. Best walks us beyond the safety of home through trees which become the women themselves – all colours, all ages, all sizes, some “with fruit”, scarred and stripped. The spacing between words gives a sense of fragmentation, and the repetition of ‘with us’, ‘out here’, and ‘we are walking’ creates a feeling of relentlessness and inevitability. It’s a long journey home.
beyond the gate
in memory of Sarah Everard
and all the others
scots pine and resin-scented air
out here
giant oak     left of the path
we are walking
sycamore     in sun     in shade
holly crowding ragged elder
sweet chestnut     spruce fir    douglas fir
with us
field maple     half-uprooted beech
out here     walking
sorbus domestica     the service tree
and elm     rare elm
blackthorn     black with sloes
with us     out here
hawthorn     hazel     leaning ash
and we are walking
ivy     juniper     cherry     poplar
copper beech and twisted willow
so many hornbeam     so many birch
out here
stripped leafless by fine sleet
as we are     walking
ranks of cypress     sapling larch
branches creaking high above
wild plum and wild pear
we are     we are
scarred     black-leafed     still with fruit
walking     walking

