About / Join SLN

ARTEMIS
poetry

Remote Workshops

Fanfare anthology

Her Wings of Glass anthology

Join Mailing List

Annual Renewal

Donations & Support

Mary MacRae ‘Access to Poetry’ Fund

Lest we forget…

Contact Us


 

STOP PRESS…

Poets of the Month:
Feb 19

Holland House booking open

Spring Festival booking open

2018 competition: winning poems

ARTEMIS
poetry Guidelines

ARTEMIS
poetry Issue 20 extracts now online

ARTEMIS
poetry latest Issue, 21

2018 Competition results

Poem of the Month (to Oct17)

Latest recording:
Daphne Gloag

latest Remote Workshop Perceptions of Time

Competition prior year Results


 

*** Events: Spring Festival & Holland House residential now booking… ***

*** The Last Parent, by Anne Stewart will be published by Second Light in April 2019 ***
PRE-ORDER OFFER: £7 (full price £9.95) – see books***

Need help with travel to Second Light events? See Second Light Mary MacRae ‘Access to Poetry’ Fund

Poets of the Month (& see sample poem below, by Jo Peters)

Featured Poets, February 2019 straight to poems

Alison Brackenbury, No
Ann Segrave, Aviatrix
Cora Greenhill, Slackening
Elizabeth Birchall, Oxford United: Luminox, March, 2007
Iris Anne Lewis, Woodland Burial
Jo Peters, Goddess
Lyn Moir, Travelling, Blue
Mary Anne Smith, Out of the City
Nadine Brummer, The Frog’s Princess
Sarah Westcott, Pool
 

 

Sample poem (selected at random)

Goddess

Driving, I caught a glimpse
of Botticelli’s Venus
wearing blue jeans
walking over Otley bridge
where the swift Wharfe
had swirled her ashore.
 
She knows the mill girl
who dawdles by the forge
as the muscled smith
leans his back against
a massive flank to tip
up the feathered fetlock.
 
She smiles at the lad
herding his flustered sheep
across the bridge
who will take his thirst
to the barmaid at the Black Bull
when the selling is done.
 
She sees the nursemaid
in Tittybottle Park turn,
push her charge up the hill
to New Hall where
the gardener’s boy once
threw her a rose.
 
The goddess steps
aside as the young folk,
now uniformed, homework
downloaded, throng up
to Prince Henry’s School where
the desire lines of courtship abide.
 
The invisible wind strews no roses,
but it whips her hair,
her glorious corn-coloured hair
that lifts, streams away
from the perfection
of her oval tilted face.
 

Jo Peters

poem published in Surprise View, Poems About Otley, Otley Word feast Press, 2015

 

Second Light Network – a network for women poets.