Skip to main content
Make the most out of any wiki by using our free sister product,
Blendspace by TES
, to create interactive lessons and presentations!
Pages and Files
Booktrust teenage Prize 2009
Other Book reviews
Royal Mail Awards
Edinburgh Book Festival
Carnegie Longlist 2010
williamwood teachers' favourite poems
The Lake by Roger McGough
For years there have been no fish in the lake.
People hurrying through the park avoid it like the plague.
Birds steer clear and the sedge of course has withered.
Trees lean away from it, and at night it reflects,
not the moon, but the blackness of its own depths.
There are no fish in the lake. But there is life there.
There is life...
Underwater pigs glide bewteen reefs of coral debris.
They love it here. They breed and multiply
in sties hollowed out of the mud
and lined with mattresses and bedsprings.
They live on dead fish and rotting things,
drowned pets, plastic and assorted excreta.
Rusty cans they like the best.
Holding them in webbed trotters
their teeth tear easily through the tin
and poking in a snout
they noisily suck out
the putrid matter within.
There are no fish in the lake, But there is life there.
There is life...
For on certain evenings after dark
shoals of pigs surface and look out
at those houses near the park.
Where, in bathrooms, children feed stale bread to plastic ducks
and in attics, toy yachts have long since runaground.
Where, in living rooms, anglers dangle their lines
on patterned carpets, and bemoan the fate
of the ones that got away.
Down on the lake, piggy eyes glisten.
They have acquired a taste for flesh.
They are licking their lips. Listen...
help on how to format text
Turn off "Getting Started"