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ARTEMIS
poetry Issue 18 extracts now online

Poets of the Month:
Jan 18

ARTEMIS
poetry latest Issue, 19

Comp Results 2017

Poem of the Month (to Oct17)

Latest recording:
Daphne Gloag

latest Remote Workshop Perceptions of Time

ARTEMIS
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Competition prior year Results


 

***Remote Workshop Perceptions of Time, by Myra Schneider
(Fanfare & Her Wings of Glass, both series still available) ***

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Poets of the Month (& see sample poem below, by Susan Jane Sims)

Featured Poets, January 2018 straight to poems

Anna Avebury, The Door into the Dark     
Elaine Briggs, The Translator and His Harp Sing the Iliad     
Jamie Dedes, Wabi Sabi     
Pat Francis, A few words from the Picts     
Victoria Gatehouse, Widow     
Joy Howard, Stranded     
Thelma Laycock, Nocturne in blue     
Kathy Miles, The Gift     
Jennie Osborne, Salmon     
Susan Jane Sims, Bearing Gifts     
Elizabeth Soule, December 2011, a Memory of August 1968     
 

 

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

Bearing Gifts

A friend
has brought you
a book called Mortality,
by Christopher Hitchens.
The friend is a father,
almost twice over.
I could not think of anything
more appropriate

he said.
 
Another brings scrabble
and we play
on the end of your hospital bed.
On the white sheet you helped
the hca draw and tuck,
and demonstrate your skill
with hospital corners.
 
I find I have the letters
to spell tumour,
Instead I put down m o u t
up against h from hope.
 
A group club together
for expensive whiskey,
wrap it in pink tissue
you carefully peel away
like skin. You can imagine the sips
of liquid gold on your tongue.
Making it last.
Wondering who or what will
outlive who or what.
 
These days
have been surreal.
Secrets have been passed on
for you to guard.
Your hand has been held
through a long and wakeful night.
You have been told a hundred times
that you are loved.
 
The staff bring you every report
and test result. Offer to show you the scan.
call you respectfully, Dr Sims
and you wish yourself
into the role of blissful patient
with faith and blind trust.
What’s done can’t be undone.
What’s learnt becomes both curse and blessing.
 
First morning alone you ring
I’ve been writing
my best man speech for Dave
, you say.
What’s he going to do without me?
What are we all going to do
I say
without you in our lives.
 

Susan Jane Sims

Susan Jane Sims: “My son Mark was diagnosed in February 2015 with Stage 4 metastatic cancer in lung, liver, spleen and gall bladder. It was also discovered later in his brain and his tonsils. The primary cancer was a malignant melanoma on his scalp when he was 15.
 
Mark died on 19th January 2017 aged 28.”

Bearing Gifts published in Reach magazine in June, 2015. (edition 201)

 

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