Heather Moulson

Alphabet Poem

Hello Poetry Lovers

Today I would like to share an abecedarian poem with you. Inspired by the wonderful poet Sue Burge’s Mind Gym, this alphabet form has very rich pickings for any subject. Mine for instance, is about knickers! Now 26 lines may seem a tall order, but once you get into it….well, see for yourself ;

Knickers …..

A huge wet mess left there on the

Bathroom floor, tiles scattered with

Chamomile talc, red bath gel and

Discarded underwear, the Lacy

Edges still there, formerly white

Frills that were so pretty, now

Going to seed and worn right through,

Holes in abundance, you need to get

It together and go up Marks & Spencer

Just to get some more plain cotton

Knickers that would be comfortable plus

Lipstick, eyeliner, powder and mascara

Max factor is always good, you’ll rid the

Notion that you don’t fit in. Is it

Only me who can see your beauty and full

Potential? How you could easily become

Queen of this town, and how you could

Rightly hold your head up high and

Stare at people in the eye, not look away.

Things are waiting beyond that dark

Underpass you constantly hide behind,

Violently and relentlessly resisting and

Willing to put over yet another

Xerox of your self in very faded ink.

You know better than that, so jump in my

Zephyr car and get some decent knickers!!

Wasn’t that just a fascinating form of poetry, PL’s?! Get writing now and send your alphabet poems on a postcard to the usual address.

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That’s Poetry II

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I can’t believe my luck, talented poet Trisha Broomfield has come up with my favourite subject to define what poetry is to her. Yes, her cat, Perry!

Such rich sketching ground and a very beautiful piece. I couldn’t resist adding cats of many colours too. Drawings aside, it is a very moving poem about someone who is a big part of us.

Do read on;

That’s Poetry

Your sinews when you stretch,

the leap, effortless, sleek

black satin, shiny, chic.

Your sound, merely a squeak,

you turn the other cheek.

All muscle your physique

a cat, you don’t do meek.

I admire your technique,

with claws your mark you etch.

Your profile is Bastet,

each prey you stalk you get

a kill to you, no sweat,

to songbirds you’re a threat.

You’re someone else’s pet,

yet me you don’t forget

though vanish at sunset.

You’re black as a Plantagenet

I long your grace to sketch.

Wasn’t that a stunning piece?! And so personal and moving. Thank you so much, Trisha. A terrific way to show what poetry means to someone.

And I know You could also do a wonderful interpretation of what this enigmatic medium means to you, PL’s. I look forward to those postcards….

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That’s Poetry…

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Recently there was a mini-competition on Instagram on the theme of “That’s Poetry”. Now, I see poetry in many things as I’m sure you do. It goes beyond the written word and structure and rhymes and that stressed thing, It can also be a very visual medium.

However, the competition organisers did not think so as I didn’t come anywhere. Although in fairness, another competitor could have simply put this over better than me. Anyway, this is my interpretation;

That’s Poetry

Anticipation on Christmas Eve

A child’s face lights up

Mother’s affection

A stranger’s Random kindness

Consideration

A cat’s purr

A hot meal cooked with love

Favourite song on the radio

Someone smiles

Weak sunlight after a lonely winter

Closing the door on a long day

Someone pleased to see you

A good cup of coffee

Water after a long thirst

Surely that’s poetry?

Heather Moulson 2022

Now, PL’s, I’m sure you can send me a lovely interpretation of what poetry is. Answers on a postcard please……..

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Hello October

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October already! And despite the mildness, we seem thrust into Autumn. Summer put on its hat and coat, without so much of a bye or leave.

And here we are, treading on conkers and watching shorter days. It used to be my favourite month, but nothing really good happens to me in it.

Anyway, I penned this piece with past Octobers in mind. There’s no real structure to it but I hope you enjoy reading it ;

Hello October, it’s me again

Turning up like an old friend

You’ve seen me as ;

A timid child

Spotty teenager

Lovesick gal

Newly wed

Heavily pregnant

Harassed Mum

School runner

And a far older woman than I ever intended to be.

You’ve seen me be;

Tired

Grumpy

Disgruntled

Dismantled

Disenchanted

Incomplete

Disjoined

Disorientated

Miserable

You’ve seen me in

Plimsolls

Miniskirts

Hot pants

Platform boots

Stilettos

Flares

Smocks

Maxis

Only one thing has been consistent between us – I’m always in a coat

Heather Moulson 2022

Now, I’m sure some of you Poetry Lovers will have a very good poem about this particular month. Send them on a postcard and I will put them up in lights on here…

Thank you so much for reading, PL’s. We’ll be back real soon……

A Tribute to Buttons

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Now I don’t mean that well-meaning, if irritating, character who loved Cinderella, I mean Buttons, the ones on our coats and cardigans. Or not, as the wonderful poet Trisha Broomfield points out in this superb and beautifully written piece.

So many memories in this poem, especially with the button tin. Who doesn’t remember playing with a battered button tin at some point in their childhood?! Mum’s had a white dog on it, I recall.

Anyway read on;

To Buttons Everywhere

Once cardigans had buttons,

though buttoning was a chore,

it saved pulling ourselves together

all the time, which was a bore.

Buttons are a blessing

when out in breezy weather

buttoning from top to toe

keeps us all together.

Hanging onto garments

doesn’t look too clever

we need those pearly buttons

to keep ourselves together.

Sadly I think buttons

have probably had their day

and a life without the button

seems to be the way.

My gran once owned a button tin,

which now gives me great pleasure,

a feast of buttons different sizes,

to keep me all together.

Wasn’t that such a lovely piece and observation on our changing times?! I have to agree, there’s something loveless about having a garment with no buttons. The comfort has gone from it.

Thank you so much, Trisha, please keep them coming. A very detailed and personal piece.

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The Network Theatre

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Yes, I have been getting around lately, and I want to tell you about last Sunday at the Network Theatre.

An amazing theatre, established for 80 years, under the railway arches of Waterloo and us poets were thrilled to discover this great venue. With thanks to Alain English and Jason Why who gave us the Golden Key.

At first we were apprehensive, walking down this dark tunnel, a scene not dissimilar to Clockwork Orange and a Rupert Bear adventure. But there was definitely a light at the end of this particular tunnel.

A lovely building and a real sense of community. As you can see, I settled down quickly in the dressing room. A place I had not frequented for some years, and this time there was no Leichner nor ashtray! However, there was still the roar of the crowd, and we waited our turn with trepidation as the lovely Alain announced each poet.

This is me reading, with the wonderful Lee Campbell backstage. How unnerved I was to read on a proper stage! Exhilarated too.

The interval came, and I had the chance to catch up with Lee and his lovely pals outside.

So I was honoured to share a bill with such fantastic poets such as Hannah Stanislaus, Raymond, Office Girls, Lee Campbell, Jason Why, David Lee Morgan, Frank Mariani, Bryan Baker, Frankie Calvert and Keith Bray, Steve Tasane, Anthony Fairweather and Redeeming Features. And of course, Alain English.

Now, I don’t want to sound like someone off The Apprentice but thank you for the opportunity. This is a great theatre, I recommend we all go regularly.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s, and sharing this great adventure with me. We’ll be back real soon with more poetry goings ons……

Celine’s Salon Launch

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I went to Celine’s terrific launch on Tuesday 13th September at The Blue Posts in the heart of Soho.

Although some say Soho has been sanitised somewhat, I really think this square mile still has a certain allure. Nostalgia? Mystique? Simply intriguing? Whatever anyone thinks, there’s definitely a vibrant and creative scene very present indeed. This was shown to us on Tuesday.

I was proud to be part of this second volume of Celine’s Salon anthology, published beautifully by Wordville Press. The words of the fabulous poetry reading in Tenby, among others, were all down in this stunning book. And I was honoured to read out my work.

Celine, who really knew how to capture a crowded Soho pub, kickstarted this great event at 7 pm. I read first and I still reel from the magic of reading live, especially as it was brutally snatched away from us recently.

Plus there were excellent readings and readers, including Tom McColl, Billy Parker, Pinky, Ashley Chapman, Douglas Wilson and Celine herself.

Not to mention catching up with all my heroes! Barney Ashton-Bullock, Lucy Lyrical and Polly Bull. Wonderful photographer Clancy Gebler Davies took great images of a unique night. And of course, Celine and Gary made this all possible. My thanks to you both….

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s and sharing this special moment. We’ll be back with more poetry capers real soon….

Poems for Ukraine

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We had a great night at the Willoughby Arms in Kingston on Friday, where Poetry Performance launched our anthology Poems for Ukraine.

A stunning collection of poems about the current situation in Ukraine, with proceeds going to British-Ukraine Aid. Full of strong pieces, there’s a particularly ruthless poet on page 60!

Kicking off with comic and amusing verse, introduced by Ian Lee-Dolphin in a very vibrant shirt indeed, Stephen Harman and Andrew Evzona performed witty pieces (with help from yours truly). That started the evening nicely and we saw wonderful readings from Connaire Kensit, Tony Josolyne, Robin Clarke, Keith Wait, Heather Montford, Margaret May, Fran Thurling, Birthday Boy Greg Freeman, the amazing Carla Scarano and many more…..

Andrew Evzona ended the first half with a very moving poem about the passing of our Queen.

The Booming Lovelies headlined this first half – aka Moi, Trisha Broomfield and Sharron Green. It was so lovely to perform together.

After a very well deserved interval where more books and raffle tickets were sold, the tone changed and Anne Warrington and Ken Mason opened the second half detailing how this nightmare in the Ukraine really began

It was a more sombre tone but had no less impact on the room. I read my own war poem plus Pratibha Castle’s In The Slips. There were some very moving readings including Dilly Orme and Adelaide favourite Barbara Lee. Plus newcomer Haroon Omar and Graham Harmes.

The readings of these talented poets really brought home the message of crisis and suffering in the Ukraine. It was indeed a very moving evening.

Brought to a great climax by Ian Lee-Dolphin’s powerful songs including Mad, Vlad and Dangerous to Know . Very clever piece.

With every thanks to Anne Warrington who devised this very special evening and to all the readers and supporters of this proud moment.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s, and sharing this wonderful evening with me.

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The Sealey Challenge part II

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Well, what can I say about the Sealey Challenge 2022?! Only that I miss it already. A great and innovative journey bringing such awareness of poetry.

For the uninitiated, the Sealey Challenge is to read a poetry pamphlet every day of August. I’m sure you’ve worked out yourself that that is 31 pamphlets! Lordy!

These are the the ones Dobby and Fish sunk their teeth into (quite literally)

And these are the ones I feasted on myself;

And here are some more;

Sadly, I think this will be my last year of the Sealey Challenge, simply because I’m fresh out of pamphlets. Although we should never say never. Thank you Nichole Sealey for innovating this marvellous and unforgettable challenge. It’s been a real privilege.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry larks real soon….

Dobby’s Tribute

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A short post today featuring Dobby’s tribute to The Queen.

Dobby and Fish have been terribly upset by our nation’s loss and how overnight the world changed for us. Therefore we present Dobby’s favourite poem, an old classic.