Do you want a murray mint? I ask.
Not the best place, the beach, at night
in November, bracing you call it; wind
smattered with rain, as deep in my pocket
my fingers recover one of last summer's
half-melted sweets. Further down the shore
you tell me what you thought I'd said.
Do you want to marry me? How I continued,
It might be a bit sticky, and then,
I'm not selling this to you am I? as I fudged
in my jacket for the something I held out
and pressed into your palm.
from 'Just Our Luck'
Dean Parkin left school at the age of sixteen to work for a printer and then in a bookshop. He worked for The Poetry Trust from 2000-2015 and is now a freelance poet and workshop leader. He has published four pamphlets and a full collection, 'The Swan Machine' (2015). His first collection for children, 'The Bubble Wrap' is published in 2017.