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Local Bards Get Festive With A Mersey Christmas
A brand new anthology of Christmas poems has been launched as a Facebook project.
‘A Mersey Christmas’ features work by local poets who frequent the spoken word poetry circuits around Birkenhead and Liverpool, and is available to read free.
Curated by Wirral poets Barry Woods and Michelle Wright the collection is their fourth creative writing project and a Christmas gift to the people of th...
Wednesday 1st December 2021 9:53 pm
Environmental Poems Read at Wirral Poetry Festival 2021
Poets from Merseyside have started to reignite the art of live performance with a series of eight spoken word events around the Wirral Peninsula.
The Wirral Poetry Festival has emerged from its online only status and has been back in the community over the past weeks celebrating the run up to National Poetry Day 2021 on Thursday.
On Sunday West Kirby Arts Centre hosted a green even...
Monday 4th October 2021 11:17 pm
Liverpool's Capsule of Culture remembers 2020 with the World in Lockdown People's Poem
The World in Lockdown People's Poem is now part of the RLB 360 Capsule of Culture, which remembers the year 2020 and its defining moments.
The project was chosen by a judging panel of local and Liverpool-born celebrities.
Thanks to everybody who shared their words last year.
The time capsule will be stored in the Royal Liver Building permanently from today.
A big thanks to my co-creato...
Monday 24th May 2021 12:38 am
Bouée de sauvetage pêche
As a writer (I still shy away from the title poet at times) I often find myself in a dilemma, one to which the vagaries of my mind tutor the torment. The unravelling of meaning of poems – is it meant to be a test that makes you feel inadequate at the best of times?
I have often sat and read something and then wondered “what the hell have I just read? It makes no sense at all. Why must poets do ...
Friday 23rd April 2021 11:00 am
Train Ride Home
inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip
on the train ride home
your smile flashed between buildings,
lights flickered and i couldn’t tell
if it was the spark in your eye
or the streetlights beaming
onto the dark streets.
i saw your smile and your hand
reaching for mine,
those bedroom eyes
that whispered “bring me
to your hotel.”
we weren’t made for cheap
sex, we were ...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 5:24 am
A Cautionary Tale
Come close if you must,
to my heart of rust.
Taste my sorrows
of ash and honey,
beneath the illusion
of love and money.
After the show,
your life’s a mess,
you’ll fall in line
with the rest.
. . .
It’s not too late,
to change your fate.
Turn away from a life
of heartbreak.
What you seek
is found within,
...Tuesday 5th January 2021 5:04 am
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