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Guernsey Poets: The Hidden Traveller - Richard Fleming
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The Hidden Traveller - Richard Fleming. The over-furnished room, cold as a cave,. Where they had laid him. Between the aspidistra and a spotted mirror;. The sunbeams, slanting by the window, shoaled with dust;. The silent street beyond, devoid of passers-by. Immaculate in laundered shirt and. Suit so rarely worn in life; in death he looked. More like a character from a story than himself. Myself dressed in a suit that day;. The parlour’s silence broken only. By the ticking of a clock;. In the green-wood;.
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Guernsey Poets: Don't Scatter My Ashes in Guernsey - Ian Duquemin
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Don't Scatter My Ashes in Guernsey - Ian Duquemin. Don't scatter my ashes in Guernsey. Don't leave me to roam on this land. I ask that you take me. far, far away. Before I am blown from your hand. A place where I can find peace in. Somewhere that might welcome me. Don't scatter my ashes in Guernsey. Or I fear I shall never be free. That Virus - Kathy Figueroa. All Change - Diane Scantlebury. A Seagulls Prayer - Fred Brown. Unfinished Sympathy - Lyndon Queripel. Heirlooms - Bryony de Lat. This blog has be...
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Guernsey Poets: Aqua Fit Ladies - Diane Scantlebury
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Aqua Fit Ladies - Diane Scantlebury. Splish, splash in the pool of the Beau Sejour. Like dancing swans the aqua fit ladies,. Flick their legs, with arms held high,. A curious assortment of water babies,. In an atmosphere tinged with eau de chlorine. Music pumps to encourage them to break into sweat,. Their heads nod as they struggle to keep foam dumbbells under,. Or avoid the ducking that’d get their hair wet,. Swish, splosh in the pool of the Beau Sejour. Sway the hips of the aqua fit ladies,. The Hidde...
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Guernsey Poets: June 2015
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Bio - Richard Fleming. Is an Ulster-born poet and short-story writer, currently resident in Guernsey in the Channel Islands. His work has been broadcast and widely published and will be familiar to listeners of BBC Radio Guernsey, BBC North-West and Radio Ulster. He has performed at various literary festivals in the UK and Europe, has two collections of verse in print and a third, with accompanying CD, is scheduled for publication in 2016. I Tip My Cap To La Hague - Lyndon Queripel. And nobody can deny.
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Guernsey Poets: Haiku - Workshop
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Haiku Workshop - John Buchanan. Was the opening stanza of an orthodox collaborative linked poem, or renga. The haiku is a very short form of Japanese poetry typically characterised by three qualities:. 1 The juxtaposition of two images or ideas; the first 2 lines usually form an idea (sometimes known as ‘the phrase). The 3rd line (often known as ‘the fragment’ or ‘the cut’) provides the contrast. The word on which the cut pivots is called the Kireji. 8217; or ‘ morae. In Japanese, haiku are traditionally...
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Guernsey Poets: Castle Cornet Night - Diane Scantlebury
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Castle Cornet Night - Diane Scantlebury. Lydia’s bathed in gold,. As the sun tumbles down. On a Castle Cornet night,. To receive applause,. And the dying rosy embers. Of its illuminating light,. Overhead a lone seagull soars,. Lydia’s voice rises high. As if to call down angels,. Upon our ears to pour,. While the light fades. Into the harbour’s horizon,. Out through the gates. Towards town we sweep,. Engulfed in the twilight’s chill. Humming and singing,. With music of the Castle Cornet night. Dont Scatt...
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Guernsey Poets: May 2015
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Rope Trick - Richard Fleming. Upward, upward, upward he goes. On the taut rope in dusty heat. Defying gravity, belief. One rope end lies, sweat-oiled, coiled, neat,. On a soiled, cheesecloth handkerchief. From his father’s pipe, music flows. The other end climbs vertically,. Upward and attached to nothing. And up that swaying ladder, there,. A small brown boy, with gold ear ring,. Shins, this red morning, while we stare. We western tourists: Brits, fat Yanks,. Believe mostly in disbelief. That only the p...
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Guernsey Poets: Archive
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Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Lost Childhood - Julian Clarke. Unpack All Your Problems on Your Facebook Page - C. No Claims Bonus - Lyndon Queripel. Old Lady, Old Dog Together - Trudie Shannon. Tilikum - Ian Duquemin. In a Hurry - Diane Scantlebury. Dieting Can Be Hell - Kathy Figueroa. This blog has been established to allow poets based in the beautiful Islands of the Bailiwick of Guernsey to publish their work. John Buchanan - Founder. QUICK GUIDE - PLEASE READ. All rights remain with the original poet a...
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Guernsey Poets: It Dawned On Me - Tony Bradley
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It Dawned On Me - Tony Bradley. Like ribbons of soft silk flowing, the gulls gracefully glide. A loving artist's strokes, of black, grey and white. And the little waves sweep quietly over the night's dry sand. With the gulls and the tide, another precious morning light. The sun rises above the water, sprinkling silvery jewels. A thousand necklaces rising, falling, in wavy trails. And beyond, silver beams shine through lavender mist. Capturing silhouettes on the horizon, of dark, distant sails. It Dawned ...
