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ISBN 978-0-9550023-3-5 £3.50
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This sequence of poems, both lyrical and elegiac,
charts a journey that begins in a Derby coffee
shop and ends who knows where...
Often startling, they unearth chance, opportunity,
compassion, love, loss and a collective ambition;
bold and daring they never flinch or turn away,
instead they look straight ahead-walk steady
towards the wire.
Several of the poems in this pamphlet focus on
the life of Alice Wheeldon. Alice lived in Derby
and was an active suffragette and socialist and
she, along with many others, was opposed to
conscription during the First World War. She ran
a successful second hand clothes business and
both her business and her home became a safe
haven for conscientious objectors on the run
during the war.
Alice, with other members of her family and
friends were imprisoned during the war for
supposedly trying to assassinate Lloyd George
and Arthur Henderson.
But the larger preoccupations of this collection are
held in the deeply moving sequence of poems on
love and loss.
charts a journey that begins in a Derby coffee
shop and ends who knows where...
Often startling, they unearth chance, opportunity,
compassion, love, loss and a collective ambition;
bold and daring they never flinch or turn away,
instead they look straight ahead-walk steady
towards the wire.
Several of the poems in this pamphlet focus on
the life of Alice Wheeldon. Alice lived in Derby
and was an active suffragette and socialist and
she, along with many others, was opposed to
conscription during the First World War. She ran
a successful second hand clothes business and
both her business and her home became a safe
haven for conscientious objectors on the run
during the war.
Alice, with other members of her family and
friends were imprisoned during the war for
supposedly trying to assassinate Lloyd George
and Arthur Henderson.
But the larger preoccupations of this collection are
held in the deeply moving sequence of poems on
love and loss.
| Pamphlet |
New Wave
If I turned and looked back at us
it would be through French windows,
and the lawn would be swept with snow,
the trees decorated with attitudes of icicles,
and we would be talking intently,
walking purposefully,
each in time with the other's step
through tourniquets of breath,
and your arm threaded
through mine would be holding me,
the way you hold a cup brimming,
as if you knew I was that close.
Primed to be thrown
or tossed into the face of something.
If I turned and looked back at us
it would be through French windows,
and the lawn would be swept with snow,
the trees decorated with attitudes of icicles,
and we would be talking intently,
walking purposefully,
each in time with the other's step
through tourniquets of breath,
and your arm threaded
through mine would be holding me,
the way you hold a cup brimming,
as if you knew I was that close.
Primed to be thrown
or tossed into the face of something.