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Ivor Murrell offers selections of his poetry, a harvest of experiences and emotions

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    • A Sweet Retrospective
      In the 1930’s the Pan Floor Manager was the most powerful man in the Home Grown Sugar factories, and a seven year apprenticeship had to be undertaken to learn how to boil sugar.  That power had long gone in the 1960’s and it took me about a month to learn how to run a Pan […]
    • Lines of demarcation
      All poets sift their childhood for subject matter, and some experiences surface more readily than others.   PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM       It was winter, several weeks from his fifth birthday when  his father left him at  grandmother’s farm. No memory of  a parting,  perhaps its […]
    • Fading by degree
      One of our shyest Summer visitors, the Grasshopper Warbler sings in a high range, somewhere between 5 to 8 kHz.     Old ears cannot catch your high pitched Summer love song reeling in the reeds. […]
    • Mapping
      It seems to me that memory and the structure of  complex spiders’ webs in Gorse bushes have comparisons. This poem was recently selected for posting on the excellent poetry and prose webzine Ink, Sweat & Tears by editor Helen Ivory.  Click here to visit this website. PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR […]
    • Perception
      The simple act of looking is one of the most complex processes that our body carries out.  It is also a perfect illusion, because it convinces us that reality is universally identical. PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM   How convinced we are that what we see is true. We […]
    • Poetry Workshop at Shotley Peninsula
      On January 10th 2014 I took part in a poetry workshop, led by Geraldine Green, who was in fine form and enthused the small group of good poets who were taking part.  The poem below was one of the ‘spin offs’ from the day. PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW KEY ABOVE  TO HEAR THIS POEM […]
    • Lightening our hearts.
      Last year about sixty Siskins, escaping from the Scandinavian winter, stayed with us for over a week. They ate copious quantities of Sunflower seed and left us this Haiku:   When dark winds roar South hulled hearts of the Sun’s flower warm flocking Siskins.   […]
    • Mike East’s Misstep
      A lesson in early childhood about the fragility of life.   PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR  THIS POEM     We learnt about friendship talking as we walked to the infants’ school, like the others I had envied in their noisy groups. Steeping over  bad luck in the pavement joints or […]
    • Lapis Lazuli
       Do you remember that time of freshness, when some words – heard for the first time – had a resonance of mystique? This poem attracted a comment from Anne Boileau, who is currently Chair of The Suffolk Poetry Society and an excellent poet.  Lapis Lazuli features in one of her recent poems, she sent me […]
    • Enough
      A moment of  re-adjustment. PLEASE PRESS THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM   The bone ache mimes the North wind’s bite as Siskins mine the feeder teeth mutely lengthen in old gums in ears coarse hairs foregather hands are gloved with his parents’ skin age spots bloom the leather eyes are laced with […]

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