Poem of the Week: ‘Hull Hath No Fury Like a Poet Scorned’ by Dean Wilson

Hull Hath No Fury Like a Poet Scorned

I refuse to enter
the East Yorkshire Arts Centre
after someone who works there
said my poems were shit.

Not for all the tea in China
would I degrade myself and enter
the East Yorkshire Arts Centre
after someone who works there
said I was semi-illiterate.

No. I will never ever enter
the East Yorkshire Arts Centre
after someone who works there
said I was many things but not a poet.

I know she’s not been well
since her husband ran off with a slag
but taking it out on me
and my wonderful poetry
isn’t going to make me give him back.




‘Hull Hath No Fury Like a Poet Scorned’ is taken from Wilson’s zingy new collection Sometimes I’m So Happy I’m Not Safe on the Streets, published by Wrecking Ball Press. In this poem, Wilson’s dazzling honesty, unapologetic directness and originality come through shining. His collection is about sex, love, loneliness, belonging, men pissing, girlfriends screaming, bingo, gossip, the seaside and much, much more. Through all of his bluntness, wit, laugh-out-loud humour and catchy rhyme, Dean Wilson has something unexpectedly tender to say.

By Louise Essex.

Sometimes I’m So Happy I’m Not Safe on the Streets is available to buy on our website here.