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Liz Lefroy
Liz Lefroy

Liz Lefroy won the 2011 Roy Fisher Prize, endowed by Carol Ann Duffy, for new work in poetry. This resulted in the publication of her first pamphlet, Pretending the Weather. Gillian Clarke wrote: “Liz Lefroy’s first slim pamphlet is a triumph. These delicately told human moments sound with the perfect pitch of a true poet. Using not a word too many, she lets us read between the lines.” Her second pamphlet, The Gathering, was published earlier in 2012. Liz’s poems have also appeared in Shoestring, Mslexia, Magma and The Frogmore Papers. She works as a Senior Lecturer in Social Care at Glynd?r University in Wrexham and runs a monthly poetry event at The Shrewsbury Coffeehouse.

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Liz Lefroy Poetry

My ambiguous relationship with rain


The last time I wet myself

I was tending my rabbits in the rain. 

I couldn’t leave them, couldn’t not go,

so pissed myself as I passed them

ripped up grass through the bars.


And halfway across Europe, my father

steered us through a downpour,

though the week before we’d spent our words

petitioning God for good weather.


I mourn the rich-rained green of the garden.

The hostas drip from their chewed tips

and the roses rot brown on their stems.

But my son, who is not afraid of rain,

who refuses to carry coat or umbrella,

will come home, wet and strong.



You dream of logging off,

shoving your chair under the desk,

checking the empty drawers,

pouring the dregs onto the spider plant

then pushing up the ceiling,

climbing out for the last time.


And you dream of striding

to where the air is boundless,

crossing the stile, gaining elevation,

feeling the sweat leak under your skin.

You clear the flurry of talk and paper

as you near the hills.


And you have dreamt also of this:

the end of the final school day,

how you hurtled down the riverbank

and cast your books upon the water,

how you flung out your arms crying

I am no one’s, no one’s!



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