Archive for February 4, 2015


Sunglasses by Anthony Costello

Three Drops from a Cauldron

Sunglasses

I saw a woman climb over a dry-stone wall
in a manner I thought divine,
and walk through a sepia-tinged field
in a pattern of stillness and sidling
I did not recognize,
until I looked up the word ‘divining‘

It is a gift one is born with,
like the instinct to go browsing
along the by-lines of the Oxford
English dictionary, where one discovers,
through tinted glass and broad daylight,
mystery, magic, dowsing.

Anthony Costello is a writer based in West Yorkshire. A widely published poet in journals and magazines, his first collection of poems, The Mask, was published by Lapwing in 2014 (and is available here).

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A poetry competition from the Red Shed judged by Julie Mellor

Julie Mellor - poet

This year, I’ve been asked to judge The Red Shed Open Poetry Competition (deadline for entires 25th April). It’s made me think about what I might be looking for when the poems are handed over to me. Of course, the judging is anonymous, but it would be great to think that this post might prompt a few of you to enter. John Irving Clarke at Currock Press does a phenomenal job of promoting live literature in Wakefield and entering the competition is a great way of supporting the work he does.
Click here for the rules and entry form.

Visiting the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, January 2015, in search of inspiration - hence the rather pensive expression! Visiting the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, January 2015, in search of inspiration – hence the rather pensive expression!

So, what am I looking for?
I’m a keen reader of poetry, especially contemporary poetry. Often, I read a line that stops me in my tracks and I write it in my notebook (okay…

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My new poem February. This came from my weekly workshop. Hope you like it.

The month when life returns to normal

Christmas and New Year have flown away

All the excitement and rushing around has stopped

As the end of the years shuts up shop

And the return to reality of January bites

Like a freight train passing

Through St Valentines heart

In a moon lit night

Now is the time

To look forward and make plans

No time for reflecting because it’s

Full steam ahead to March and

The start of the woodland floor coming alive

Lambs skipping through April showers

Bluebells in full flower in May

And the first cut of hay in the heat of June

As we turn to relaxing and taking

Time out to recharge our minds and bodies

 

© Andrew Smith 2015