As Seen from the Pike


Jude Cowan Montague





A true and faigh collegiate man

Heyrick lost in the resurrection

rose out of the book of accounts

to dominate Agnes’s field, over there.

The guns or gun, for reet

there was only one assigned

to Shoodehill, the tenants pinched

to make their own retreat

and did not conduct themselves

with seasonableness / vigour.

No pay for two journeys led to

the capture of the kingdom.

The army resolved to Ormskirk

& this was the end

of the First Civil War.


We bought a stuttery mini

and flipping over to purple gobbin

we went sci-fi slow passed the glass

tower and up to the sunset

to watch from the Turton peaceway.

It was here, perhaps that the flowers

of Bolton had been chawve

during cross-country violence,

a controversial flight.

From here we could see

forever, like floating,

there’s no way I’m asking Mary,

if she was at Blackpool this morning

& this was the end

of the Second Civil War.


From here to the man

frying our feline influence,

exploding their coffins we looked

to Affetside, where 2,000

jobs have been axed already

outside the Olde Man and Scythe

fagged in crazy wandering hair

that appeared in a lefty ghost story

with a theatrical twist.

Nobody wanted me here,

so time I left with my stomach.

Wanderers are looking not for aspidistras

but for slinky mobiles.

& that was the end

of the Third Civil War.








Jude Cowan Montague worked for Reuters Television Archive for ten years.  Her album The Leidenfrost Effect (Folkwit Records, 2015) reimagines quirky stories from the Reuters Life! feed.  She produces The News Agents on Resonance 104.4 FM.  Her most recent book is The Originals (Hesterglock Press, 2017).