Today's poet

[freckle]

If I posted on here, it would the 7,000th posting on this thread... but as I'm not one of the poetry crowd it would be inappropriate so I won't!

Well done to you all for your fantastic injection of culture!

Of course you ar part of the poetry crowd...see you at Dufton!? fairy dust is needed!!!!

[Harry H Howgill]

That's great. I've got a week booked by the sea in May and am looking forward to it already.

for lovely hes who i think is near a beach (possibly? my geography is bad!!!!)...hope you are having a fine time...

maggie and milly and molly and may

ee cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea




the fells are cool...but so is the sea! :-) x

[freckle]

There were so many good ones to choose from that it was hard narrowing it down to just two to allow as many contributors as possible.

Maybe next mag there can be a DT special edition!

We do need to have a think about whether we want to do something for next time. At the very least we need an advert in for the Simon Armitage event.

I agree Harry, there has been such a lot of good orginal stuff on here lately (in my humble opinion) i think we could think of themes for future mags and speak to Britta?

[Harry H Howgill]

Did everyone get the magazine today? The article looks stunning and it is nice to read through some of our poems again.

[freckle]

Did everyone get the magazine today? The article looks stunning and it is nice to read through some of our poems again.

I didn't get mine but i am so excited i might have to pop open something fizzy whilst gazing upon our first published poems!!! as it happens i didn't much like mine, i not much cop at writing about fell running (they say you write best about the things you know and i is still a novice on that score! but still what an unexpected achievement) whatever next?...oh aye...a simon armitage/fellpoet collaboration!......well done to all you fell poets out there and DT you never did let me know what your ma thought!!!!

[Harry H Howgill]

I didn't get mine but i am so excited i might have to pop open something fizzy whilst gazing upon our first published poems!!! as it happens i didn't much like mine, i not much cop at writing about fell running (they say you write best about the things you know and i is still a novice on that score! but still what an unexpected achievement) whatever next?...oh aye...a simon armitage/fellpoet collaboration!......well done to all you fell poets out there and DT you never did let me know what your ma thought!!!!

They sometimes take a couple of days to get through so hopefully tomorrow. I liked your two poems that got in.

[Harry H Howgill]

the cold wind brings tears
but the smell of sunwarmed gorse
cheers this weary soul

That's lovely. I hope you feel suitably refreshed already. This (relatively)warmer weather is fabulous. Despite still scraping ice off the car in the morning it feels almost tropical once the sun gets out.

[swift]

Sea poems. My dad used to always read me this one.

I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.

When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes.

[Harry H Howgill]

A quick apology must just go to Johnny Foreigner who's poem couldn't make it into the final article. Blame me for that. It is certainly worth posting here again.

Round and round

Forty-two peaks.
In December sprinkled
with icing sugar.

Forty-two peaks.
On summer solstice covered
by hundreds and thousands.

[Hes]

for lovely hes who i think is near a beach (possibly? my geography is bad!!!!)...hope you are having a fine time...

maggie and milly and molly and may

ee cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea




the fells are cool...but so is the sea! :-) x

Hi Freckle, thanks for this, I love it! I am indeed by the sea in Penzance and if I stand on tiptoes in my mum's attic, I can see the sea from the window!
ps...I thought the poem that you wrote yesterday was beautiful and moving.