Dead man came softly to knock on her door.
He said Don’t forget how you knew me before.

Dead man sat down to rest in the hall,
He looked at her paintings hung up on the wall.

He said that the best was the murder of crows.
She said they were rooks, he said she should know.

     The wind on the hill, the tree by a tomb.
     The moon on the moor, the fire in her room.

He asked for whisky; she offered him tea.
A shiver swept through him, as grey as the sea.

They brokered their loss as the night slid away.
She woke in a chair at the cold edge of day.

The dead man was gone, though traces remained –
some mud and some moss, a few tear drop stains.

     The wind on the hill, the worms in the earth,
     the moon on the moor, the fire in her hearth.


Marc Woodward is a poet whose work has been widely published in journals and anthologies, and a musician who has performed and taught internationally.

He has been shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and commended for the Aesthetica Award and the Acumen prize.

A New Yorker by accident of birth, he has been resident in rural Devon, England for a loooooong time.

Recent collections:

‘Fright of Jays’ published 2015 by Maquette Press;

’Hide Songs’  published 2018 by Green Bottle Press.

’The Tin Lodes’ (co-written with Andy Brown) published 2020 by Indigo Dreams Press.


‘Shaking the Persimmon Tree’ published in 4/2022 by Sea Crow Press.

‘Grace Notes’ a collection of music related poems written in collaboration with Andy Brown is due out from Sea Crow Press in 2023.

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