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Petrova C Fairhurst

Updated: Wed, 29 Dec 2010 07:08 pm

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Biography

I started writing poetry as a child at school but have only kept a record of them since 1993. In 16 years I wrote 59 pieces, often with gaps of a few years as my creativity had always previously been triggered by an event in my life, poetry becoming a kind of catharsis to help make sense of my situation or sometimes simply vent my emotion or pin my turmoiled thoughts to a page. Then as my healing progressed my writing once more became quiescent until another event. A recent event in June 2009 triggered such a creative phase and inspired by another poet, my writing has become much more prolific; in the last 18 months I have written over 100 pieces which are much more varied in both subject and form. I now know that I can keep writing indefinitely and that my poetry is no longer merely a tool to help me through the tough times, though it still does...

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Butterfly Sun energised Stained-glass angels Fragile strength Breeze harried Powdered wings Ruined by rain Tarry a while Under sheltering leaves Gem encrusting Lilac bushes Ever off course From nectar cocktails Intoxicated petals dance Across summer fields (18.9.09) Allow the Hope to Last Allow the hope to last, fade not to black protect the dwindling flame Scattered pins of trust bring back lest lose self completely frayed faith in tatters blame Secure release from spell that binds me here, ensorcelled by desire Seduced by pervading fear deaf to all entreaty, once more to life aspire Former glory lost in battles waged left on dream field dying Wounded inner voice bleeds rage ignored not defeated choked by fury crying Search a bitter heart for love's last seed the bloom of hope renew Turmoiled soul to find the creed ere last judgement meted, ruin too late eschew This cup to overflowing again fill with courage bold to heal Supply strength to bolster will see it not as duty, vision future made real Let this river of sadness wash away the terrors of night past Standing now in this new day blind not to its beauty allow the hope to last. (12.4.10) Autumn Comes Wake to a silent morning pale moon riding westward over ivy rusted conifers. Clear sky breathless, trees unwhispered still, for my inspection perfect in my dream released view. Outside in slippers chill air raises fine hairs along pajama'd arms sipping first tea while sun squints eyes, warm on sleep creased cheek. Damp smell from last night's rain remeniscent of earthworms. At last a breeze, the Mother's blown kiss; I am noticed. My contented sigh joins Hers as we breathe together my tea grows cold.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 10th Mar 2017 20:04

Thank you for your generous comments Petrova re "The Nearly Moon". : -)

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Jeff Dawson

Sat 10th Mar 2012 11:58

Thanx Petrova, for comment on Moonlight Shadow, we can of course still play this song! See you tonight at gig and tmrw at Daves! X

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Donna Marie Beck

Thu 25th Aug 2011 20:26

Hey Petrova,
thanks for making a comment on Explorer, glad you enjoyed it, thankyou x

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Lisa Milligan

Fri 19th Aug 2011 21:14

Hi Petrova - your comments on "The Patient" mean a great deal to me. I so appreciate that you picked up on how the whisper becomes a scream. It was an important part of the experience I wanted to get down on paper. You really understood so much of the experience. A writer can't ask for much more than that! I will be sure to check out your work too - looking forward to it!

Thanks again,
Lisa

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Elaine Booth

Wed 17th Aug 2011 16:56

Thanks for your comments on Mem & Reflect. Yeah, it's the fact that we have conscious thought that makes us dangerous - to ourselves and the planet. Oh yes and the opposing thumbs!!! XXX

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John Coopey

Wed 17th Aug 2011 11:11

Thanks for your thoughts on Minor Sin.
Was your opening line "Climb into.... find" a quote or your own? I like it a lot.
I suppose this poem is an example of what I was meaning when I commented on "For my Parents" that it's the job of the writer to take his reader to where he/she wants them to go. (Although where you took me was an altogether different place to where I took you).

Camille Ralphs

Tue 9th Aug 2011 09:47

Hi there! Thanks for the comment on Bible Pages - much appreciated!

CR x

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Laura Taylor

Fri 22nd Jul 2011 09:15

Hello chuck

Hey - thanks for the indirect inspiration re mirrors! Have put my new one up now :)

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Isobel

Fri 22nd Jul 2011 08:25

A girlfriend of mine was projected into it due to hormone repression tablets. She is absolutely fine. Everything works downstairs and mentally. I must admit - that thought has brought me a lot of comfort - though I've no doubt it depends on the individual and intial sex drive. x

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Laura Taylor

Thu 21st Jul 2011 11:08

Hey Pet - thanks for your comments on Write for Revolution and Ring of Roses :)

Another freak who likes dead flowers eh? I thought I was the only one! Bloody women poets - weirdos ;D

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Philipos

Wed 20th Jul 2011 22:25

Hi Petrova - (Etchings) removed the clunky bit ta. Have often made the mental analogy of village churches playing the role of totem poles especially in older Anglican churches some of which contain more history than local museums. Good of you to comment.

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winston plowes

Wed 20th Jul 2011 18:13

Hi Petrova, glad you liked my latest.. thx for comments, also on redacted just to check I also looked up the word. I was intending it to suggest the covering up of evidence, perhaps in a letter.
e.g. "In the police report, certain entries had been blacked out with an ink marker, not the more opaque redaction tape-and-photocopy, as is normally done." but looking in the dictionary revielved 2 meanings
1)to put into suitable literary form; revise; edit.(Which I guess is the same) and
2)to draw up or frame (a statement, proclamation, etc.) which is nothing to do with editing.

Not sure where that leaves us? Win X

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Banksy

Sun 19th Jun 2011 21:07

Petrova - Many thanks for taking the time to comment (mackerel sky). B

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Philipos

Sun 19th Jun 2011 11:53

Hi Petrova - thank you for commenting on Eastbourne Etchings - so pleased you liked the variations of thought and for taking the time to say so. Much obliged.

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Laura Taylor

Fri 15th Apr 2011 14:18

Petrova - oh yes! Spooky shit like that happens to me all the time :D I'll hear the first few bars of a song in my head before it actually comes on, then it comes on and my eyebrows raise so high they warm the back of my neck :D Thanks love, glad you enjoyed it :)

See ya Saturday our kid!

Terry White

Thu 14th Apr 2011 11:32

Hey Petrova, thanks for the comments, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Francine

Fri 8th Apr 2011 21:45

Hi Petrova,

Thank you so much for your lovely and detailed comments on
'Stranger in a strange land'...
'where the sun sets the same' is one of my favourite lines too...
It is always interesting to me what people identify with in a poem.

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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Mon 4th Apr 2011 22:03

Hi Petrova, thanks for commenting on 'Our Blanket Beneath The Stars' - I've responded to your thoughts there in detail. Best wishes, Dave

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 4th Apr 2011 19:32

many thanks Petrova for comments on 'neglected garden-very kind of you.x

Deborah Jordan

Tue 22nd Mar 2011 19:56

thank you Petrova : )x

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Anthony Emmerson

Tue 22nd Mar 2011 18:56

Hi Petrova,

re "Twisting Knives":

Perhaps it's unfair of me to suggest that it might be pruned/edited/tinkered with etc. A poem is always what you want it, as the author, to be! Rather like suggesting your kids could do with a haircut!
Having been crucified in the past after being asked for, and giving, constructive and honest crits and appraisals of work, I have to say that I'm more than a little reluctant these days. Very few people are willing to give "detailed" feedback on WOL; which is a shame really. I really appreciate it when someone dissects some of my scribble instead of the usual "that's nice."I would be happy to give you detailed opinion - if that's what you're looking for, but not on the public pages of WOL. And bear in mind it's only opinion; that's all it ever is.

Regards,
A.E.

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Philipos

Tue 22nd Mar 2011 16:01

Thanks for commenting on 'Mal De Mer' Petrova - stanza 3 now tweaked for the better I think

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paul griffiths

Tue 22nd Mar 2011 15:48

thanks for the comments petrova, yep im a bit lacking on the computer? must try harder! glad you enjoyed the pieces i will try to add some more soon.

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Philipos

Sat 19th Mar 2011 21:23

Hi Petrova - re: Walking with Ancestors (revised) many thanks for your comments - yes that sense of been there before but can't think why x

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John Coopey

Fri 18th Mar 2011 13:06

Petrova, thanks for commenting on I Dreamed You Were Little Again. When I wrote it I thought it a little pocket battleship of a poem with power out of proportion to its size.

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Jeff Dawson

Thu 17th Mar 2011 23:39

Hiya Petrova, yeah I agree, especially the sensual bits! Keep up the good work, no doubt see you at a poetry gig somehwere soon! Jeff x

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Laura Taylor

Thu 17th Mar 2011 10:05

Eh up

Aye, looks good the April exhibition doesn't it? :)

No worries - am really glad it inspired you. Is it something you would post up, or a private letter to yourself? I used to keep a diary when I was a teenager, but I was in so much mental pain that I wrote it in 3rd person, as it was easier to cope with it if I could look at myself as a separate person, if you know what I mean?

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Laura Taylor

Thu 17th Mar 2011 09:15

Morning Petrova

Hey - I just looked up the YSP - it looks brilliant!!! I HAVE to go! Wow thanks :D It's about an hours drive from me, so I think it's a picnicky type of affair. there's an interesting exhibition in April - think I'll go along to that.

Thanks for your comments on Teenage Kicks. Aye, it's really strange to go round my parents and peep into my old room. It's still got the 'draught excluder' mould on the windows too hehe. Looks like a bloody jungle. I wouldn't go back if you paid me.

xx

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Anthony Emmerson

Tue 15th Mar 2011 23:17

Hi Petrova,

You surprised me! I didn't expect you to go through my back catalogue! But I'm glad you took something from them; what's poetry for if not for sharing?

As regards your question re "Edge" - it's a "villanelle":

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle

Perhaps the most famous villanelle is Dylan Thomas's "Do not go gentle into that goodnight" -

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night/

The repetition of the last line of each stanza/verse alternates, until they are both brought together in the last. It's useful in a poem where the repetition reinforces a thought or image. I did that one as an exercise. You should have a go!

Thanks again for reading, and for your very generous comments. I will certainly keep my eyes open for more of your work,

Regards,
A.E.

I almost forgot, the "big chair" stands on the edge of Dartmoor, near Widecombe, (of "Widecombe Fair" fame) not far from Hounds Tor. It was made in green oak by a carpenter and has the most exquisite view. Some killjoys forced its removal - it didn't comply with planning laws. I have a photograph of me sitting on it; it was very difficult to climb! Unfortunately the chair was far more handsome than me, so I just used a pic of that!

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Anthony Emmerson

Tue 15th Mar 2011 13:13

Hi Petrova,

I have just been trawling through the blogs and came across some of your work. I just thiught I'd stop by to tell you that three of your poems I particularly enjoyed were:

Autumn Comes (on your profile page)
Second Skin
and Rewind.

Very perceptive and original writing and imagery.

Regards,
A.E.

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