Poem for a Sunday

When I was at school every term we’d have a book to read and one term it was The Owl Service by Alan Garner. An incredibly atmospheric YA book. What most stuck with me I think were three things, 1) in the front of the edition we read there was a drawing of the plate with the owl pattern on and you could quite clearly see the pattern could either be owls or flowers, 2) At the end when the boy is saving the girl as she is being attacked by ‘owls’ (that may not be how the story ends it’s over twenty years since I read the story so I could have retold it in my own head). But the third thing that I remember quite clearly is a quote from the beginning of the book that just set up the whole intense and almost claustrophobic atmosphere of the story that would follow. The quote is from W. H. Auden’s The Two :-

The sky is darkening like a stain
Something is going to fall like rain
And it won’t be flowers.

The quote stayed with me, and often when the sky is full of stormclouds it will just pop into my head.

The Two - W.H.Auden

You are the town and we are the clock.
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock
The Two
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you.

Wiser not to ask just what has occurred
To them who disobeyed our word;
To those
We were the whirlpool, we were the reef,
We were the formal nightmare, grief
And the unlucky rose.

Climb up the crane, learn the sailor’s words
When the ships from the islands laden with birds
Come in
Tell your stories of fishing and other men’s wives:
The expansive moments of constricted lives
In the lighted inn.

But do not imagine we do not know
Nor that what you hide with such care won’t show
At a glance
Nothing is done, nothing is said,
But don’t make the mistake of believing us dead:
I shouldn’t dance.

We’re afraid in that case you’ll have a fall.
We’ve been watching you over the garden wall
For hours.
The sky is darkening like a stain
Something is going to fall like rain
And it won’t be flowers.

When the green field comes off like a lid
Revealing what was much better hid:
Unpleasant.
And look, behind you without a sound
The woods have come and are standing round
In deadly crescent.

The bolt is sliding in its groove,
Outside the window is the black remov-
ers van.
And now with sudden swift emergence
Comes the women in dark glasses and the humpbacked surgeons
And the scissor man.

This might happen any day
So be careful what you say
Or do.
Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock,
Trim the garden, wind the clock,
Remember the Two.