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Featured Poets, November 2020 straight to poems
 

Jan Bay-Petersen, It’s a Two and You’re Dead
Anne Boileau, Ghazal: The Memory of Bronze
Carla D'Antonio, The new house
Wendy French, London Dry
Hilary Hares, On sculptural figures looking out to sea
Carolyn King, The Last Waltz
Marilyn Longstaff, Alioth Al-Jawn
Jenny Morris, Accident of Birth
Jo Peters, Goddess
Mary Robinson, The patron saint of hares
Elizabeth Soule, December 2011, a Memory of August 1968

 

 

Sample poem (selected at random)

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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