Tim Jones is a poet and author of both science fiction and literary fiction who was awarded the NZSA Janet Frame Memorial Award for Literature in 2010. Tim was born in Cleethorpes, Lincolnshire and his family emigrated to New Zealand when he was 2 years old. Tim now lives in Wellington, New Zealand.
Tim's third poetry collection, Men Briefly Explained, was published in late 2011For more, see:
Tim's Amazon UK author page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tim-Jones/e/B004MGX7Z8/
Tim's blog: http://timjonesbooks.blogspot.com/
On Ilkley Moor
I parked me red
Ford Laser hatchback
and gazed to the north.
Rain and smoke stood over Wharfedale.
It was all in its appointed place:
stone houses and stone smiles in Ilkley
the wind on the bleak
I was waiting for memory
to make the scene complete:
some flat-vowelled voice out of childhood
snatches of Northern song.
For memory read TV:
Tha've broken tha poor Mother's heart.
It were only a bit of fun.
Bowl slower and hit bloody stumps.
Tha'll never amount to much, lad. In cloth cap and gaiters,
car forgotten, I pedal down the hill. Hurry oop
or tha'll be late for mill. Folk say
I've been seeing the young widow Cleghorn.
Well, now, fancy that.
In my invented character
I trail my falsified heritage
down the long, consoling streets.
where the sea made a distant mirror
glimpsed from the sloping decks
of fast-subsiding houses.
Dockside cranes, the mournful tones
of cruise ships and coastal traders -
these were his background music,
his theme and variations.
From cliff-tops, from office blocks,
he would monitor departures,
courses set for distant harbours
rich with spice and contraband.
Retired, he had his garden,
books, the heavy ticking
of the farewell clock. He searched
tide tables, shipping movements,
looking for a sailing time,
a vessel heading home.