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Poets of the Month:
Feb 18

poetry Issue 18 extracts now online

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Comp Results 2017

Poem of the Month (to Oct17)

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latest Remote Workshop Perceptions of Time

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***Remote Workshop Perceptions of Time, by Myra Schneider
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Poets of the Month (& see sample poem below, by Elizabeth Soule)

Featured Poets, Febuary 2018 straight to poems

Dorothy Baird, It Never Stops     
Anne Boileau, Ghazal: The Memory of Bronze     
Susan Davies, 23 Fitzroy Road, Primrose Hill     
Caroline Gill, Elegy for Idris Davies     
Sue Johnson, blue moon   a late night observation     
Janet Lees, Bang-Bang     
Maggie Norton, Mrs Tennyson is Interviewed in the Morning Room at Farringford     
Myra Schneider, When It’s All Over     
Elizabeth Soule, December 2011, a Memory of August 1968     
Marion Tracy, Stones     


Sample poem – Commended, Poem of the Month competition, July 2017

December 2011, a Memory of August 1968
   for Vaclav Havel

In a starless chill before dawn
we stood by the water’s edge,
tiny points of candle-light,
as a solitary flute sang out our misery
to the vastness of a dark sea.
Some had crouched over the radio all night
and guessing the worst,
had woken us
to stumble from tents to our hopeless vigil,
while hundreds of miles away
another kind of darkness rumbled over the frontier,
grinding the dreams of Spring
beneath remorseless tracks.
Then in bitter, barren silence
one by one each candle was extinguished,
our futile tribute
to those who dared to dream.
But hope and freedom are seeds that will not sleep
and the dust of dreams is fertile ground.
Small bright shoots split stone
Shatter concrete,
their progress more inexorable
than any trundling tank.
The brave gardener whose fearless tending
of improbable seedlings
gave us back belief,
now returns himself to the nurturing earth
and reminds us
that when the darkness seems most complete,
dawn is not so far away.

Elizabeth Soule

Poem published in PEN anthology Write to be Counted, 2017


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