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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
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Shred
You are my life, my completeness This love is my weakness. You’re my before and my after The absence of laughter. I’m held. You’re my holder. My future is stuck in your folder. My strength is this: To shred the … Continue reading
The poem about my grandma, knitting and Countdown
OK. So I just looked for my poem about my grandma and I have found loads of poetry that no one has ever read. Lots. And I’m not sure any of it is going to see the light of day … Continue reading
Remember – another poem written at a workshop about #WW1 #amwriting
I’m trying to forget the fear, the mud, the stench of bodies Blown away from themselves. The barbed wire scratching at my soul. Shuffling towards death, one by one in dirty uniforms Those hollowed out eyes reflecting back from … Continue reading
Remember… A poem about Dora written in Clay Cross #WW1 #LestWeForget
This was written in a workshop with Emma Pass at Clay Cross – our last session. It had been brewing for a while, though I’m not sure I yet have all my facts. ‘Remember’ was our warm-up word and we … Continue reading
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Tagged destitution, happy endings, poverty, shoe repair, the Welfare State, WW1
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Another found poem – from 2003 – The Allotment #poetry #amwriting #olderpeople
I have just found this on my computer and I like it. I’m not terribly confident with my poetry, but I like elements of it. The Allotment It reeks of weed killer and tweed. There is no shed, and yet … Continue reading
Place You
Here’s a poem that I just wrote. (C) Becky Deans 2014 Place You Let me run my finger tips Down your Roman road Lay my hands on Your ironworks. Feel your daisies prick The back of my head. Celebrate Every … Continue reading
Pantry
I can’t remember when I wrote this, but it’s from around 1998. Pantry Brick-red eggs stand in line On grey crown cups. Earthenware pots glare outwards. Boxes nestle Cardboard on cardboard. Spoons lie icy. Our faces distort In the harsh … Continue reading
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
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