BBC Poetry Season

This took me by surprise; I found it by accident as I was chuckling through some of my favourite Sir Digby Chicken Caesar moments on youtube. It’s not funny, it’s not clever, it’s not sickly and hackneyed; it’s truthful and refuses to be self-indulgent, with lyrical patterns and emphatic rhythms that sweep and hesitate with refreshing uncertainty. He reads it brilliantly too, as the words trot and turn and gallop into the final couplet that’s bold and decisive yet entirely at odds with itself.