Carol Ann Duffy

I found this poem yesterday on the net. I have very mixed feelings about Carol Ann Duffy feeling that on the one hand she is very much what I would could an establishment poet, talking in that strange poet voice and writing in a way that feels out of my reach. Yet occasionally I have read something of hers that I really liked and have thought 'yes, I can connect with her'.

Anyway this poem was on the Guardian website and was written especially for them:

www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/may/07/democracy-carol-ann-duffy/

Democracy by Carol Ann Duffy

Here's a boat that cannot float.
Here's queue that cannot vote.
Here's a line you cannot quote.
Here's a deal you cannot note...
and here's a sacrificial goat,
here's a cut, here's a throat,
here's a drawbridge, here's a moat...
What's your hurry? Here's your coat.

Something about this really struck me. So brilliantly yet simply put.

I read it to my friend JC who said it sounded like something I had written, OMG I wish, but it did sound like something I could write if I really tried hard - if that makes sense. Anyway just well, sort of enjoy.

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