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      It was recently discovered, by accident, that I may have had for some time a low grade cancer, which is now scheduled to be treated with chemotherapy.  As I have minimal symptoms it was agreed that my wife and I could still enjoy our river cruise from Amsterdam to Budapest.  This poem is a postcard […]
    • As The Light Changes
      The East Anglian Daily Times ran an article entitled ’22 beautiful poems about East Anglia’ in their Saturday magazine insert on March 18th this year. I was very pleased to see this poem of mine on the same page as poems by Sir Walter Raleigh and George Szirtes. TO HEAR THIS POEM PLEASE CLICK ON […]
    • The Last Word
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    • Moving Hands
      How many things that  seemed eternal early in life, have completely vanished?                         TO HEAR THIS POEM PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW ABOVE   Sometime in the nineteen-fifties it perched on the hundred-foot workshop,  where Waitrose’s  entrance is now. It would pace the working lives of hundreds. […]
    • You know you are worth it
      I wrote this poem in mid November this year, then my e-mail inbox started to fill with ‘Pre-Black Friday’ offers, then ‘Black Friday’ offers, followed later by ‘Post Black Friday’ offers, and now I am seeing ‘Black Friday repeat offers’!  Reality has overtaken imagination.   TO HEAR THIS POEM PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE […]
    • Poems for a portrait
      I agreed to sit as the model again this morning for an art group producing portraits.  We had a cultural exchange as at the end of the two sessions as I recited the Haikus composed in my head during the forty minutes of the sitting.  I then exchanged a book of my poetry for the […]
    • Last Orders
      This poem won a ‘Commended’ award in the recent 2016 George Crabbe Poetry Competition.  The competition judge, Moniza Alvi, wrote of ‘Last Orders’ “Tragic and hard hitting, I found this poignant poem compelling.”  ” This is a poem with a real sense of urgency”. PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM […]
    • Irony
      During a few days in Liverpool we visited Crosby Beach, to see the Antony Gormley sculptures arranged as  ‘Another Place’.  Two friends had been examining the work, and turned to walk off the beach.  I took the photograph below, and the poem was written after I examined the image, using an  element of artistic license. ‘Communing’ […]
    • Illuminating Longing
      Here is a shared experience from the night of the full ‘Strawberry  Moon’ on June 20th.  A warm evening after a wet morning promised the sight of Nightjars hunting, and the moon was a bonus, PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM   The mist quilt  slips across the sodden heath […]
    • Soon the Longing can begin
      Two days after the referendum, and still dazed by the result. PLEASE CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM   Soon the longing can begin, but the awareness of our loss will take longer for all to own. Already the Young feel despair for they were closer to hope than the wrinkled, […]

The Villanelle

The Villanelle
Originally a song format, this poem is written in tercets rhymed a-b-a until the last stanza which becomes a quatrain.  In addition the first stanza produces two refrains , let us call them A1 and A2 in the first stanza, this takes the form :
A1-b-A2, then the tercets go on
a-b-A1,
a-b-A2,
a-b-A1
a-b-A2  usually after this fifth tercet the quatrain then goes
a-b-A1- A2.

There are uneven numbers of tercets, as each A1 and A2 refrain after the first stanza must be repeated once each, so 5, 7 or 9 tercets before the quatrain.  Below is an example I have written:

 

Residual memory in the Gulf of Gokova

 

No footprints in the sand, beneath azure infinity
the yacht’s small dingy brought them to land
incautious intruders of Adasi’s serenity

Ignorant of the link with Cleopatra and Antony
they had yet to  learn the  implacable demand –
no footprints in the sand beneath azure infinity.

In seared grass and stones under olive tracery
a ruined amphitheatre revealed its tragic stand,
incautious intruders of Adasi’s serenity.

A sun sedated snake mapped their rapt survey
Torpid sheep on shaded tiers guarded a legend.
No footprints in the sand, beneath azure infinity

no demarcation where air kissed static sea
fish flew and birds swam in crystalline glissandi
incautious intruders of Adasi’s serenity.

The moment of mystery morphed into memory
locking in their minds with its ravelling strands,
no footprints in the sand. Beneath azure infinity
incautious intruders of Adasi’s serenity.

 

Cleopatras Bay

Cleopatras Bay

 

The Amitheatre

The Ampitheatre

 

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