Timothy Winters by Charles Causley

Charles Causley is one of Cornwall’s finest poets and in celebration of the centenary of his birth, Kneehigh will illuminate a small selection of poetry with song, a mechanical theatre and spoken word. The poems are selected by Kneehigh’s Artistic Director Mike Shepherd and Lead Artist Anna Maria Murphy and will be performed in the piazza for Tristan & Yseult audiences before the matinee and evening performance on Saturday 24th June. Here is one of his poems ‘Timothy Winters’ to give you a taste of his work: 

Timothy Winters comes to school 

With eyes as wide as a football-pool, 

Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters: 

A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters. 

His belly is white, his neck is dark, 

And his hair is an exclamation-mark. 

His clothes are enough to scare a crow 

And through his britches the blue winds blow. 

When teacher talks he won’t hear a word 

And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird, 

He licks the pattern off his plate 

And he’s not even heard of the Welfare State. 

Timothy Winters has bloody feet 

And he lives in a house on Suez Street, 

He sleeps in a sack on the kithen floor 

And they say there aren’t boys like him anymore. 

Old Man Winters likes his beer 

And his missus ran off with a bombardier, 

Grandma sits in the grate with a gin 

And Timothy’s dosed with an aspirin. 

The welfare Worker lies awake 

But the law’s as tricky as a ten-foot snake, 

So Timothy Winters drinks his cup 

And slowly goes on growing up. 

At Morning Prayers the Master helves 

for children less fortunate than ourselves, 

And the loudest response in the room is when 

Timothy Winters roars “Amen!" 

So come one angel, come on ten 

Timothy Winters says "Amen 

Amen amen amen amen." 

Timothy Winters, Lord. Amen 

Charles Causley