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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

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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

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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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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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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

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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

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