The Black Delph Bride

by Liz Berry

I waz the cut
lovered atween the groanin locks,
a nail on the anvil
waitin to be punched,
a wench unbucklin the collar of a bear
and dancin into ‘is paws to waltz.
Down at Black Delph
I waz, I waz…

Black Delph, Black Delph, my girl she floats,
her bridesmaids: eels and voles and stoats.

Snuff your lantern
Hear her sing

I waz the tune
the foxes yelped in the nettled banks,
a bonnet torn off
and trampled in the danks,
a minnow, hooked tight, an riling
in ‘is grasp.
Down at Black Delph
I waz, I waz…

Black Delph, Black Delph, my girl she sinks,
her wedding gown: fishing net, weeds and mink.

Jedden your engine
Hear her sing

I waz a Wet-the-Bed laid on the tongue,
a Sorrow-In-Winter, a muckled thorn,
a coiled rope
waitin to be hung,
the black oss that stumbles
like a dream from the fog, unbridled, unshod.
Down at Black Delph
I waz, I waz.

Down at Black Delph
I waz.