3 poems by Tim Youngs

    Long Weekend

    The people who live here

    speak of attractions some miles distant

    appearing not to know

    those closer ones we have come to see

    like the ancient woodland

    or smaller nature reserve nearby

    whose tiny waterfall

    we much prefer to the boating lake

    in that holiday park.

    True, everyone’s friendly and means well

    but they have cost me time

    in this place I travelled to for rest.

    It might be different

    if those with whom we spoke were other

    than professional types

    relocated to begin new lives:

    true locals would, I’m sure,

    appreciate what’s on their doorstep

    though I’m pleased to notice

    fund-raising events for refugees.

    Living room

    Pillowcase, pillowcase

    what do you have there?

    I have here the sparrow

    pulled from the air.

    The removal men used me

    to catch it mid-flight

    between your bookcase

    and tall standard lamp

    making of me a seal

    that halted its heart.

    Now, fearing disease,

    they say I should burn.

    Look, your pillow is bare.


    The melt we cause indoors

    on coats and under shoes

    might seem the end of it

    but house-warmth that transforms

    crystals into fluid

    we cannot hold is worth


    The contrast

    introduces tenses:

    the gone, the now, the look

    ing forward to return;

    freedom from the moment.

    So let us celebrate

    these droplets in the hall.


    Tim Youngs is the author of the pamphlet, Touching Distance (Five Leaves, 2017) and co-

    editor with Sarah Jackson of the anthology, In Transit: Poems of Travel (The Emma Press,

    2018). His poems have appeared in several print and online magazines, including The

    Interpreter's House, London Grip, Magma and Poetry Salzburg Review.