Luke Kennard–inspired poem
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This is a poem directly inspired by Luke Kennard. He's a writer at Birmingham University and is a couple of years younger than me. Having inspiration from a younger writer is a bit like looking up to a Premiership footballer. Only he isn't 19.
I sit on cracked brown leather and drink from a round tankard. My beer tastes of seaweed and fresh air. I think of bold waves rolling small pebbles on the shore like a giant prospector hunting gold.
“What would the sea do with gold?” I turn to ask you but you’re looking in the opposite direction and my lips tangle with your damp hair. I’m enveloped in coconut-flavoured shampoo vapour.
“Sorry?” Your reply catches me still mouthing the word ‘gold’, but now I’m lost in thoughts of crumpling waves and your warmth after one of your baths.
“I think I’ll order the Full English,” I reply, keeping my eyes closed.