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Question: What do Maid Marion, a River of Stones, tigers and International’s Women’s Day have in common? Answer: Nothing much except me. This said, even as I type, I realise that as a writer with a love of analogy, metaphors and circles, there are probably a 101 other ways of linking them!

But not today. Today is my day of rest after a wonderful, busy week of books and poetry…oh, and dressing up!

I had a fantastic afternoon as Maid Marion sharing books and poetry with some year 3 pupils (age 7-8) at a local first school. As well as talking to them, some of the youngsters from my creative writing workshops shared their poems and stories aloud. I was so proud of them!

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I was also proud myself to take part in the Tiger, Tiger launch at Bookmark Bloxwich on World Book Night last night. It was great to listen to a whole pride of talented writers read their tiger-inspired poems, including Born Free poet in residence, Richard Bonfield, and help raise awareness and funds to help protect this endangered species.

The picture below of me and fellow Tiger poets Jenny Hope and Ruth Stacey, also feature a slide of some of the wonderful art that has been produced as part of the project. (So artists and writers interested in supporting this project, check out the website link above!)

Organiser Helen Calcutt is going to be talking about the project in a live transmission on internet spoken word radio site www.radiowildfire.com tomorrow night (Monday, March 7 from 8-10pm). They also have pre-recorded versions of me reading my two Tiger, Tiger poems.

Pay attention: a river of stones,in which I have a very small poem/poetry snippet, was also launched this week and is available as a download, paperback or hardback. Meanwhile, I’m also looking forward to reading at Worcester Oxfam Bookshop on Tuesday evening as part of A Bit of A Do to celebrate International Women’s Day.

And now I’ve rounded off the circle of words from the start of my blog, I’ll end with an unanswered question about word association. What is it about mentioning my MA essay in a few of many blog posts that I now keep receiving loads of spam comments trying to advertise websites that will write essays for one? No answers on a postcard, please! 😉

It’s been a week of Ploughing through Feathers and a Photo Album to hold a Folding Mirror up to the Soul. Yes, that’s my way of saying I’ve had a couple of days of action on the poetry front!

Firstly, my copy of Soul Feathers arrived from Indigo Dreams (http://www.indigodreams.co.uk/#/soul-feathers/4545520025). I am absolutely delighted to have a poem in this anthology in aid of Macmillan Cancer Support. It is a fantastic cause and the book is bursting with poems by some fantastic poets including Carol Ann Duffy and Seamus Heaney, as well as Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen, and some wonderful local Worcestershire poets and friends too.

The Plough Prize 2010 results are also now up and it was an uplifting boost to find I’d had a poem shortlisted in the open section and another longlisted in the short poem section. (The results are available at the prize’s newly designed website: http://www.theploughprize.co.uk/).

A spontaneous Folding Mirror poem Photo Album, penned for my Twentyfirstpoets Makeitnew collaborative poetry project on Facebook, is also up on Marc Latham’s Folding Mirror blog at: http://fmpoetry.wordpress.com/ .

Today, I’ve been busy on a kids’ party, skateboarding and biking front but did manage to collect a few photos during the car journey through the countryside to Malvern. (I’m rather in to taking reflection pictures in mirror or water at the moment and also enjoy the challenge of trying to capture snapshots while moving. Obviously, I wasn’t driving!)

Just one day and a few hours left of  the International Small Stone Month challenge and the route to Malvern also gave me an opportunity for spotting today’s ‘poetic’ small stone’, which turned out to be a partly built/roofed house. I loved the symmetry and openness of the exposed roof rafters – though that’s not much use for keeping out the rain!

the beauty of bare roof rafters
so much space for light and sky
a brave prayer for spring’s fair weather

I’ve small stones in my stomach today – looking forward to this evening’s guest poet slot at The Fizz in Polesworth!

If you’re in the Staffordshire area, the evening, which includes an open mic, kicks off at 7.30pm in Polesworth Abbey Refectory. I hope to read a few of my small stones, as well some poems from my collection Into the Yell.

Meanwhile, here’s small stone day 18:

the red wheelbarrow of water ripples
breaks my reflection into patterns of light
stray grass sticks to the side


Polesworth Abbey

Polesworth  Poets Trail Sculpture

Even an early start after a late night has its own music. So here are my small stones day 7:

7am black rain
but the birds are singing



on the kitchen shelf
dust and a dead spider
fill my empty glass

Ice Alight

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I’m reading at Parole Parlate in Worcester tonight, where I shall be sharing some of my small stones,  a favourite from Into the Yell and some other new poems. So here’s a sneak preview of small stone day 6, which will be making its debut at Little Venice this evening.

jack frost feathers
the patio table,
combs quills of ice
across the glass

my flash turns
its daylight surface
to ridged night sky
bursting with fireworks


And just to prove there are some good things about having to get up early for the school rush – small stone day 5:

curtains not quite closed
a grey soldier of sky dipped in yolk
with chimney teeth marks

And two photographic stones:

Cornered


a lucky bamboo shoot
cocktail of sun

My poetic stone for today (spotted at the leisure centre):

pink daisy picture
reflects the lights
as classic UFOs


And a photographic stone in the supermarket car park – noticed for the first time after seven years of parking there!

A short series of small poetic stones today fresh from the stream:

8 Days After Christmas

lopsided fir tree
at the top a red star looking down
to glitter on us

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beside the sink
cups and dishes pile up
like a silent funfair

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hoovering up
stray scraps of wrapping
stick to my socks

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light creates pebbles
on the cleaned kitchen floor


And some snatches from the car-seat:

mistletoe ball
in a bare-branched tree
giant beehive of leaves

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Malvern Hills glimpsed
through pinheads of water and mist
an Impressionist painting

And finally, my photographic pebble, not from today but from Christmas Day because it seems apt from the viewed from the car theme.

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