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Hikikomori
Thank you to my cousin, Ben Wain, and to Marianne Arnot for naming this poem I wrote at our writers’ workshop! Hikokomori The light plays I play with light light envelops us all and ensnares us I hide in the … Continue reading
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Night sounds
Night Sounds I may have been reading too much Norman MacCaig when I wrote this… The late night radio Hums a grave slave rave. The old set cackles, But will not give up. And the central heating Heaves around pipes … Continue reading
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Mrs Thomas de Quincey
What happened when Thomas told William Wordsworth about his new wife? Mrs Thomas de Quincey ‘Not quite the right sort’ The report of the poet with a Phd In snobbery, the Lakeland straight man William Wordsworth. ‘What are you thinking, … Continue reading
Fast People
My writing aim for this year has been simply to write, and it looks like I have done that. I have, recently, written oodles of bad poetry as well as workshop pieces. I even wrote a play when I was … Continue reading
Freedom
At a recent PDP session with Cathy Grindrod I resolved to write more poems, so here’s one that came to me in Sainsbury’s car park recently. I can’t remember when The invisibility cloak went round us The time the line … Continue reading
Cows
Here’s another poem I must have written between 2000 and 2011. Sorry to share old poems, but I am finding myself writing more and more at the moment. Cows I’ve always avoided them. Perhaps it’s their udders. The heavy, plump … Continue reading
The Storyteller
A piece that came out of a workshop recently. The storytellers hands are lined. Lines upon lines upon lines. So much to read from them. Time encrusted fingers, nicotine stains. He doesn’t smoke. That is from another him. The storyteller … Continue reading
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Waste
Waste I drove miles lashed by winds to come to you. Negotiated every turn of your secret pass Drawn by the red lights of the city. And now you walk away. The sad fires of the mind burn stronger. I laid … Continue reading
Workshopped
I went on a fantastic Novel Writing Workshop with Emma Pass last Saturday and here are some of the pieces I came up with from the exercises. All writing (c) Becky Deans 2013 This is the door This is … Continue reading
The Road
(c) Becky Deans 2012. I wrote this a couple of weeks ago! The Road We the undersigned Shall patiently wait For someone to die on this road. We may Check your speed in Florescent jackets. But you will … Continue reading
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