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