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This poem by our Treasurer Phil Vernon was placed in fourth place in our 2018 members’ competition, and published in Folio #72.
You see your gardens in the space between
the plants, raze every weed without a trace
lest it disturb the balance of your scheme,
deadhead each stem before its flower fades,
lift every labelled bulb to plant again,
and prune your trees and shrubs as each dictates.
I grow my plants so close they all complain
they’ve insufficient room to breathe, or sun
to drench their leaves, or share of summer rain,
let young weeds grow to be what they become,
and poppy stems and seed heads twist and dry –
then rot, when frost and winter rainfall come.
I watched you tend your silence constantly,
then found a careless way to nurture mine:
we’ve made our different landscapes home, and still
we touch each other’s quiet awkwardly.
But looking now, when winter’s worked its spell
of levelling, our gardens seem as one.
This poem, by Society member, local artist and writer Mary Gurr, was selected for the Society’s Folio #73 in 2019.
She was lying on her side today
when I arrived. She moved a little
when I held some lilac blossom,
dewy from the garden to her cheek,
again when I described the others
I had brought, beech, hawthorn, camellia,
picked that day and scented to engulf
the rising scent of dying –
I put them in a vase beside her bed
and sat a while, eighty-six years
and now she’s nearly there,
a silent remnant of herself
waiting. I was thinking of the time
when I was small she showed me
how to take a photograph. We
went into the garden, glorious
and she was beaming, eyes, smile
her perfect toothpaste teeth,
waiting for the click – Yes,
she shouted, as I brought the shutter
firmly down, Yes!
Chris Renshaw, a retired teacher, is a member of the Kent & Sussex Poetry Society who organises our Open Poetry Competition. This poem won second prize in the 2018 Folio Competition, judged by Tamar Yoseloff.
crunched her new white socks
made irregular lace
clipped the cat’s whiskers on one side only
sheared blonde waves into sweepings
struggled through the cast on a broken leg
drew a line of crimson beading
sliced through muscle and fat
to malignant organ
but the hole her lover carved inside her
grew bigger and bigger –
he kept on, kept on cutting
and the breadknife she plunged
beneath his ribs
well, he had that coming.
We begin the decade on Tuesday January 21st. with readings by 3 of our own members, and this year we have 3 very different voices in Mark Chambers, Eileen Morrissey and Mims Sully. It is always delightful to discover what talent there is among our members, and this is always a popular and successful evening.
As usual, we will be holding our meeting in the Vittle and Swig on Camden Road, Tunbridge Wells, starting at 8 o’clock. Come along and join us, to start the year with a strong turnout.
Remember to get your entries in for the Open Competition, as the closing date is coming up very soon – January 31st. Our judge this year is Carrie Etter.
See you soon!
This poem, by long-standing Kent & Sussex Poetry Society member Bob Spencer, was selected for publication in our 2019 Folio #73, having won joint third place in our annual members’ competition. Bob rears sheep at his farm in East Sussex – following one of the traditions our founder Vita Sackville West celebrated in her poetry.
There are words
that say something
if you listen carefully
and inhale beneath
There are other words
that make no sense
however long you pretend
We’re nearly out
There are other words
and many of them
that say too much
you’re not listening
All other words
or deserve to be
So I’ve just ordered some