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Author Archives: beckydeans
About Friends of Codnor Common
We set up our group to protect the land and stop the developer, who now has planning permission for 98 homes in Phase 1 and has started building. Residents have been fighting for over 30 years to protect this ancient … Continue reading
Posted in Derbyshire Ripley, local history, Uncategorized, WeWillRememberThem
Tagged brush, DH Lawrence, Eastwood, heritage, Literary Significance, local history, new homes history, Revolution Country, ridge and furrow, Ripley Neighbourhood Plan, Ripley Parish, social history, wetland, wildlife
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Legal deposit is forever
I have the phrase ‘legal deposit is for ever’ on my mind, but then wonder who on earth I think I am for even hoping that my writing will last. As Lorde says, ‘only bad people like to see their … Continue reading
Posted in Derbyshire Ripley, Musings, prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Andrew Motion, copywriter, Creative writing, Lorde, poetry, UEA
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He loved one thing…
He loved one thing The smell of onion and garlic Cooking, leaking out Of her skin, branding her clothes. That promise of a meal, ready to turn With repetitive force. The comfort of nothingness Of whole countries debased with The … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, workshop pieces, writing
Tagged Anna Akhmatova, creative writing exercises, food, love poetry, poetry
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This is my Refuge – a new poem #amwriting (sometimes)
I wrote this poem for a competition. I won’t say which one, but I was way off the mark. I was thinking about home, but perhaps I needed to write something more in the style of someone else, or talk … Continue reading
Tupelo Press 30/30 Project (August 2015): Why I’m Writing 30 Poems in 30 Days, or, Poetry Needs You!
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
Tupelo Press 30/30 Project (August 2015): Why I’m Writing 30 Poems in 30 Days, or, Poetry Needs You! Dear Friends, Tupelo Press, one of our very best independent presses, could use our help.…
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Love Song: not a sestina #amwriting #rhymingpoetry #new
I have been reading Elizabeth Bishop and playing with rhyming stanzas, but I think there is something missing here. I will have to look up a sestina again! Love Song I know you love me really You just … Continue reading
When Did You Stop Learning Baby? #amwriting #rhymingpoetry #poetry 1994 to 1996
I have been looking through my entire back catalogue and discovered I like at least 24 poems and found more I can’t even remember writing. It is, however, the rhyming ones I wrote early on, before the poetry classes, that … Continue reading
50 Treasures: Over to you…
Originally posted on Derbyshire Record Office:
We are half-way through our tour through Derbyshire Record Office’s 50 Treasures, which we started publicising in 2012, to mark our fiftieth anniversary. Treasures 24 and 25 have been selected by a former staff…
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Fable: One from the archive… Can’t remember if this ever saw the light of day… #amwriting
Fable They’re dancing in Chaplain’s She’s only fifteen She’s naive and gorgeous He’s fit and he’s keen It’s clear she’s a virgin He just doesn’t care He gropes at her bottom She fondles his hair They’re dancing so … Continue reading
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Looking around for something to perform at a performance poetry workshop… ‘Not Waving but Driving’ after Stevie Smith
Not Waving but Driving Everyone saw boyracer’s car But his stereo still pounded ‘There’s nothing like the open road I’m not showing off, just driving’ ‘What a tosser, he was always around the market And now he’s dead His … Continue reading
Posted in Derbyshire Ripley, juvenilia, Musings, poetry
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