York in Poetry: Mad Alice Lane

Posted on 24 November 2012 | Audio, Poem

I think it sad that Mad Alice
had her lane renamed as the
more prosaic Lund Grove.
But when I tell you of my
melancholy, your eyes become

mischievous. You explain
that it isn’t a lane but a
snickelway, and the tour
guides would tell me
(with great verbosity) that

Mad Alice’s ghost has
haunted the place ever
since she was hanged and
have I seen how much
they charge? No, I haven’t,

but I know you want to
tell more, so ask what they
hanged her for. Mariticide,
you smile, taking my arm,
leading me down the narrow street.

- Ashley Fisher