Long Poems About Carol Ann Duffy

It was an old story that was no longer true ... Truth can go out of stories, you know. What was true becomes meaningless, even a lie, because the truth has gone into another story. The water of the spring rises in another place”. (Ursula K. Le Guin)    
    
   
“He was never so happy as when he had a project:    
but this — an ark? And a bloody big one too.    
I mean, work-shops, wood-stores, animal shelters — fair enough    
but a bloomin’ great ark?    
Though I’ve got to hand it to him    
at nearly 600 years old he’d lost none of his DIY...