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Rob Baylis

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A spasmodic poet since secondary school, I have never tried to get work published. I also had a song-writing period and won the first Cambridge Band contest in 1985 (see 1 minute appearance on Whistle Test at ). In recent years, my poetic spasms have increased to an almost constant flow on subjects ranging through nature, the landscape, the plight of food animals, climate change and my personal life. This is despite no formal background in literature or creative writing. My master’s degree is in environmental policy and I am a Chartered Environmentalist. As one of the main organisers of the 2015 Alternatiba Todmorden Festival of climate alternatives, I conceived and undertook most of the organisation of the successful Poetic Alternatiba Todmorden event with five featured poets and popular open mic sessions. See I perform my poetry regularly at open mics in the Calder Valley, West Yorkshire.


Ramsons When Wild Rose Dene weeps winter’s greasy sleep, the waxing ramsons sketch their lips with jade. Star-white flowers burst like fireworks in the shade, their garlic breath teasing beneath the trees. This springtime scent plays jigs around my feet: a birthday treat for me, its lifetime slave, to dry my dampened mood and make me brave enough to skim thin stones at mind disease. In May, the waning ramsons quit my food. They could be back next year, but maybe not; no more destined than a bee sting in June. This fool may search in vain to be amused but ramsons in my thoughts will never rot until I too have dropped, have been removed.

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Rob Baylis

Thu 4th Feb 2016 23:15

Thanks for your comments Greg. I hope you like the resultant amendment.

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Greg Freeman

Sun 31st Jan 2016 22:49

Welcome to Write Out Loud, Rob. Enjoyed this poem about the ramsons - didn't know that was another name for wild garlic. I like the "star-white flowers" that "burst like fireworks". And if you're looking for feedback, I just stumbled over the phrase "a floating balloon", where the rhythm feels slightly wrong on that line, I thought.

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