Dean Wilson, the fourth best poet in Hull, has written a new poem – Pining – to celebrate National Writing Day.
Dean, whose collections Sometimes I’m So Happy I’m Not Safe On The Streets and WITH are published by Wrecking Ball Press, has been described as “Every bit as brilliant as Larkin, but a million times funnier” (Dave Lee, The Guardian).
“Whether it’s window shopping in Doncaster; addressing the lack of tourists in Hornsea or warning of the dangers of deck chairs – brilliantly rhyming ‘chair’ with ‘fing-er’ – Dean’s way with words, eccentricity and glass half-full disposition, is a winning combination” (Michelle Dee).
Dean, who lives on the east coast of England, worked for twenty years a postman. Follow Dean on twitter at @PoetDeanWilson6
Pining
I was on my way to Whitby
In a vicar’s car
Like I didn’t have
A care in the world
But then doubts took over
And he called me
From a pig to a dog
And kicked me out at Brid
I made my way
To the harbour
And confided in a seagull
I was pining for With
Next thing I knew
I was in The Fat Badger
Telling the landlord
I was pining for With
As it got dark I nipped into Tesco’s
For a scratch card and a lucky dip
Then broke down at the checkout
And confessed I was pining for With
Then I lingered in the lorry park
Until a hunky trucker
Took pity and drove me back
To my beloved With
– Dean Wilson