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Croome Poetry Project – Heather Wastie

So thrilled to be part of this project – do let me know what you think of it all – of course, I think it wonderful! :D With many thanks to Heather Wastie, Apples & Snakes, and all my fab poetry colleagues.


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Dandelion Faeries

Dandelion faeries blow in the breeze
dancing to the tune of Croome,
murmuring mystical movements.

Ripples run
in rivulets and rings
and the dandelion faeries
tiptoe in time in a timeless haven,

swimming in the air,
splashing in sunshine
and shallows:
dainty dandelion fae.
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Polly Robinson © 2015


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Shrine

Husband, signalman, he’ll be home soon,
carrying the noon whiff of Brasso-clean levers,
fusty yellow dusters, faintly grey.

Soft golden cloths
–red-thread blanket-stitched–
shine the upright handles.

He covers every angle,
a bright mirrored shrine.

Polly Robinson © 2015

My father was a signalman. So this week, as dVerse Poetics ask us to write about trains, this poem came to mind – a sort of homage to my dad. Hop on board.


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Spaced in Equality

Tonight at dVerse Poets, celebrating our fourth anniversary, Marina Sofia asks you to think of three words that mean a lot, and three words to describe things you are grateful for; my words are: Croome, curlicues, equality, and daughter, mother, language. Thank you, Marina, for the prompt :)

Here’s my poem:

Spaced in Equality

My mother would have been
singularly unimpressed
with the curlicues
in artwork at Croome
– spaced in equality –
that bit she’d approve,
the art, less so.
My daughter, ditto.
But to me,
to me,
they are the mother
and daughter of language.

Polly Robinson © 2015

With acknowledgement to https://www.pinterest.com/pin/84231455507316960

Island Pavilion, Croome, with acknowledgement to Jason Grimes of Atelier & Co via pinterest


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Raku

I like to write to specific forms on occasion, even if they are traditional (I like a bit of tradition). Here is an Awdl Gywydd that I wrote in 2012 and published in my first collection of poetry entitled Girl’s Got Rhythm.

The Awdl Gywydd (owdl gow-widd) is a Celtic (Welsh) poetry form that complicates the end rhyme scheme by interlacing an internal rhyme throughout the poem on the second and fourth lines of each stanza. The end rhyme scheme is as follows: a,b,c,b… d,e,f,e, etc… however, the internal (cross-rhyme) can be placed in either the 3rd, 4th, or 5th, syllable position.

Raku bowls

Have a go at one…they’re interesting. Worth working at…

Raku

Crickle, crackle, raku glaze,
shattered craze of crafted pots,
bisque ware fired in burning kilns,
potters film, peel-off slip shocks.

Excitement lifts temperature,
glaze is sure to be red hot,
post fire unpredictable,
flames a miracle new pot.

Polly Robinson © 2012

Raku Fox

Raku Fox


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Transient Sound

What’s that noise?
Overhead and to the right
a whirring, burring, buzzing –
you look for a whirligig

or

could it be a firework rocket?
In July?
At 7 o’clock in the morning?

or

have the aliens come
at last?

and

they’re as small
as
your ear.

Polly Robinson © 2015

First published in Girl’s Got Rhythm revised prior to posting