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Derbyshire Poet Katharine Towers

Katharine Towers is swiftly gaining a reputation as one of the country’s most exciting new poets.

Her poetry has been lauded by numerous critics and reviewers, with The Guardian in particular praising her ‘delicacy and originality of thought’.  

Katherine Towers poet book coverWEATHER

If we stand in woods after rain
when the trees are iron and purple
like wine, we’ll put off our leaving –

not to wait for the woollen comfort of dusk
or to hear the wind flinching back
from the heart to let it be quiet and still

but to stand in the iron and purple
of evening, our stories behind us
like toys we’ve forgotten or lost

and enter at last the place in the heart
the place in the dark of the heart
where there’s nothing, not even weather.


Katharine was born in London and read Modern Languages at St. Hilda’s College, Oxford.  In 2007 she completed an MA in Writing at Newcastle University. 

Her first collection of poems, The Floating Man, was published by Picador in 2010 and was a Poetry Book Society Recommendation.

The collection was also awarded the prestigious Seamus Heaney Centre Prize for Poetry (2011).  In addition to this the work was further longlisted for the Guardian First Book Award, shortlisted for the Aldeburgh First Collection Prize, and the Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry.

On this page we are proud to be able to reproduce three of Katharine Towers’ poems. Opening the page we have ‘Weather’ and further down you can read the poems ‘The Glass Piano,’ and ‘Childhood’. These appear in the poetry collection In Your Own Time: The Northern Poetry Workshop Anthology (ed. Gerry Wardle, Shoestring Press, 2012).


These criss-cross lines printed on the snow
are bones of trees laid bare by the moon.
We should not be looking so hard

at what a tree would rather keep to itself.
Would we not fear to be shown
how like replicas we are, and how mechanical?

The joints and angles run across the field
complicating into knotty webs of twigs
no stronger than our fingers.

We could play that childhood game, stepping out
along the branches – pretending to teeter –
as if we still believed we couldn’t fall.


No, I did not swallow or inhale the glass piano;
it has grown inside me like a crystal in salt water

or an alien cell, accreting string after string and keys
until one day I reached the full eight octaves.

Inside where I should be soft plush I’m sharp,
my lungs a dark moth pinned by the piano’s lid

while my heart keeps time to the keyboard’s dip and lift.
Some days I’m loud: I growl bass chords

or sigh chromatically from A to middle C,
play a waltz or gigue and make notes hurtle from my skin.

Still I keep my distance; clasped or grasped I’ll shatter
endlessly, describing all the themes and variations.


About the author

This feature article was written by Ed Downey, a Nottingham University PhD student who spent 15 weeks on a paid-placement working on the project in 2012. 

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