Kit Wright is my favourite poet of the week. I've become a fan very quickly; I've only started reading him properly recently, and I'm really looking forward to reading more. He has a poem in the TLS this week I think, although next weeks might be out. I would blog that poem but I've fallen in love with this one.
My Version
I hear that since you left me
Things go from bad to worse,
That the Good Lord, quite rightly,
Has set a signal curse
On you, your house and lover.
(I learn, moreover, he
Proves twice as screwed- up, selfish
And sodden, dear, as me.)
They say your days are tasteless,
Flattened, disjointed, thinned.
Across the waste my absence,
Love's skeleton, has grinned.
Perfect. I trust my sources
Of information are sound?
Or is it just some worthless rumour
I've been spreading round?