Emily Howard: The Anvil

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": I. Heavy stone harvest

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": II. Pelt of rough turf

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": III. Battered shuttles

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": IV. The Commissioner for Paving

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": V. Fife drums love command liberty

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": VI. A lake of hats

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": VII. We walk in communion

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": VIII. We ask for sustenance and suffrage

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": IX. The order comes

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": X. Were we quickened from brick-dust

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XI. Sabred and stabbed

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XII. The field turns inside out

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XIII.Some of our cry is their cry

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XIV. Now, when you see a blush

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XV. Ghosts conjured from cotton smoke

The Anvil "An Elegy for Peterloo": XVI. Our shibboleth

Elliptics: I. Like a bird that has hit glass

Elliptics: II. Be quiet, you say

Elliptics: III. On the way, I reckoned up trios of street-lamps

Elliptics: IV. Rooks wake, warn and clatter

Elliptics: V. The long-gone and the not-yet-here

Elliptics: VI. Full-tilt towards infinity

Elliptics: VII. Night-long drive

Elliptics: VIII. Houses dark and steep, oblivious

Elliptics: IX. Love alone brooks resurrection