Poem, Poetry

Number 1 – Nigel King

Huge congratulations to Nigel King whose poem, The Good Friday Sheep appeared to go viral in November with thousands of views from America putting it firmly in to first place.

The Good Friday Sheep

The nave echoed with bleating.
Sheep crammed into pews;
shaggy Wensleydales, tidy Suffolks,
Blue Texels, Portlands, Border Leicesters.

The air was thick with lanolin
and fresh droppings.
Ryeland wethers nibbled on the hassocks,
a Herdwick Ram scrambled up
to drink from the font.

The sheep looked around
in semi-darkness, saw statues
of bearded elders clutching crooks,
a mural of a younger man
cradling a lamb.

They spotted more lambs,
carved on pillars, headstones,
painted high in the sky
above the multitude, radiant as the sun.

This was their place, built in their honour,
kept from them for centuries
until this day, when they found
the paths and precincts empty,
the great doors swung open.

Neither man nor dog
can take it from them now.



Nigel King lives in Almondbury, Huddersfield. His poetry is shaped by family memories, myth, history and science fiction (amongst other things). His pamphlet, What I Love About Daleks, was published by Calder Valley Poetry (2017). In his day job he is Professor in Applied Psychology at the University of Huddersfield.

7 thoughts on “Number 1 – Nigel King”

  1. Wonderful poem MEM

    On Thu, 31 Dec 2020 at 12:35, The Poetry Village wrote:

    > david coldwell posted: ” Huge congratulations to Nigel King whose poem, > The Good Friday Sheep appeared to go viral in November with thousands of > views from America putting it firmly in to first place. The Good Friday > SheepThe nave echoed with bleating.Sheep crammed into ” >

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  2. Well that sure is a great poem. The kind of poem about which I say, ‘I wish I’d thought of that’ !

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