Poetry Competition for the Younger Muses

The Word (Writers in Lancashire - check their website out here even if you aren't interested in the competition)
will judge a great new poetry competition for children who love Preston North End.

Aged between 5 and 15 years old and always wanted to try your hand at poetry?
In conjunction with the Preston North End South Ribble Supporters Group we’re looking for the top poets in Lancashire in three age groups

• 5 to 7 years
• 8 to 11
• 12 to 15

There is no limit to the length of the poem and no restriction on the type of poetry – rhyming couplets, limericks, haikus and ballads are all welcome – but the poem must be about Preston North End.

Closing date – January 11th 2013
Winners announced – January 28th 2013

Full details including prizes and entry details can be found here.

New Year New Venue

Merry Christmas everyone, have a wonderful time and also a happy New Year. Next year the Poetry Society has found a new venue this is St George's Church at the bottom of  Lune Street.

***Please note : The venue is not available on the first Thursday of the month so it is booked for the THIRD Thursday. Our January meeting there will accordingly be on the 17th January. ***

Latest Newsletter

Just a quick post to say the latest Newsletter can now be downloaded from this link. 

Preston Guild Poem Winner: Proud of Preston by Lorna Smithers

(Congratulations Lorna! Here is the Preston Guild Poem for everyone to enjoy)

Belisama*:

Proud of Preston heed my entry
Hear the voice of ancient memories
Hearts purloined by Roman sentries
Like a river shining bright.

Proud of Preston born free traders

Made by commerce and hard labour
Merchants gilded artists favored
Like the Brigantes warred in tribes.  

Mechanics shift the scene of battle

Raise the red brick smog industrial
Cording hearts like twisting material
On the wheels of the cotton lords.

Step the Chartists to the engines

Pull the plugs release the tension
The rioters face the sentries
Dye the river dark with blood.

Grey arise the business faceless

Fake fulfillment for the faithless
Mass the market for the tasteless
Selling life for capital. 

High in the stone fortress

The sentries hold their rule
Beyond the mall and office
Do you hear a river call?

Proud of Preston I have carved you

In my sweeping spirit formed you
Through your veins floods dazzling water
My Setantii shining bright.

Will you hearken to my entry

Drown false dreams in ancient memories
Will the proud of Preston
Like a shining river rise?

*Belisama is the goddess of the Ribble

Jackie Hayes Poem Winner: Dancers, Avenham by Melissa Lee-Houghton

The couple were dancing, under the pavilion, grotty and not

unscathed.  In dark blue and black three figures lurched and held on
to each other like cannibals.
 
The woman held onto shopping bags, only half full,
and with bleached hair and new trainers she scuffed her shoes
kicking at the ground as though to find water.
 

On a Monday afternoon with the sun petering out

In the jaundice rain that could sink a dinghy
there were worse places to be and these three knew it –

an excursion to Avenham park with its lawns mowed so perfectly

And the little roof over their wet heads,
The sky the colour of the flesh of an apple.

The couple were dancing. Grotty, not unscathed. Black and blue,

three figures holding on like cannibals,
the sun receding.  No music, the company of new scars.

Shopping bags and bleached hair, singed eyelashes,

she scuffed her shoes having not worn heels for a decade,
and a can of coke was cheaper than water.

The sun petering out, in rain that

if you were dying, would be magnificent-
she rocked on her heels, looking out –

perfect lawns and shelter; wringing their hair dry –

they could make their own warmth if they danced,
This sky the colour of the bitten flesh of a ripe apple.

Runners up Poem 4: City of Grace by Mike Ellwood

I

Plungington Road and the bucking bus

Is STOPPING at Adelphi Dentists’. In trackie and trainers,

Nike, plastic-black with white tick and wedges,

She foots the buggy’s break and parks it in the aisle.

One hand, tattooed with the Lamb and Flag,

Extended, grips the metal bar. The packed bus lurches,

But the child is safe: Mum holds hard the pram

To battle with the brake-surge. Stopped, the bus exhales

And bows. She struggles off, having thanked the driver.

II

Under the City Coat of Arms she waits for service.

 Hollow-cheeked, buck-toothed, lank grey hair,

 “It’s about a bus-pass,” she begins, leaning on the counter.

“But you don’t look old enough,” kids the man,

Words that will be repeated to a busy stacker

In the aisle at Aldi, and later to a patient neighbour.

At bed-time she wipes the mirror,

“But you don’t look old enough,” she whispers,

And kisses, in air, a sweet face that was younger.

III

Pale disc of sun through drizzle transforms: slates gleam,

Leaves shine out. It tickles her nose and chin.

With a tissue she clears her spectacles of moisture.

That evening at the Centre there’ll be show-time,

Tambourines, the pretty music teacher

And friends and parents to applaud her.

This is her city, a source of grace, a place of wonder.

Her eyes sometimes dwell on the face of the lamb:

Serene, triumphant; she feels love surround her.

Runners up Poem 3: Remembering 1942 by Dorothy Nelson

My father, like me, was a carpenter,

content with his mouth full of nails.
He made castles and soldiers, a house for our Lizz;
she cried when I filled it with snails
tucked into doll’s beds, with rags under their heads,
the floor stained with silvery trails.

He was proud when he built the beech platform

and a banner to show off at the Guild.

In hazy half-light he’d work into the night.

We’d hear him tap-tapping, the banner flip-flapping.

When the news came the Guild would be cancelled

that year, he silently broke up the stage;
loaded the van and took off, a crazed-man.
He wouldn’t let on, but the beech planks had gone.

He took me one day for a walk in the copse

to a sun-dappled spot he had found,
where a tree-house, majestic, sat high in the branches,
where a rope-ladder dropped to the ground.

He left the next weekend for somewhere abroad.

We’d wait in our look-out for spies,
for parachute drops, or the sound of a plane;
didn’t know then we’d not see him again.

Runners up Poem 2: Score after Score by Tom Hicks

The merchants of Preston are still on a roll
All thanks to King Henry the second.
He recognised vision and purpose and soul,
A future through which glory beckoned;
Believed that that future would virtues define,
Would underpin commerce with values divine,
Keep priest town and Preston linked firmly in line
Which works out today as he reckoned.
 

Saints Walburge and John point heavenwards each spire,

Both markers for faith in the city
Whose history, industry, culture inspire
Its citizens, hardworking, gritty,
We boast about Cromwell who battled nearby.
Of spinning and weaving; remember the cry,
‘Come on Finney!’ Alas, retire, so we sigh,
‘Harry Duckworth please soothe with sweet choir!’
 

Close hugged by the Ribble and beautiful parks

Where Easter eggs roll by the river,
Where concerts and pageants have all made their marks,
Trees backing with shimmy and shiver.
Here we bask in the sunshine, cool in the shade,
Give thanks to our forbears for all they have made,
Thank God for the glorious world there displayed

For joys these dear places deliver.

 

So each twenty years we will let down our hair,

Rejoice with King Henry our donor;
With mixed population together we share
Celebrations – none be a loner.
The Mayor leads the way with a calendar filled
With marvellous goodies which keep us all thrilled,
‘Hooray’ then for Henry; our wonderful Guild,
Bless our city, Proud Preston the fair!

Runners up Poem 1: Street life in Preston by Joan Yates

The sun rose with little enthusiasm,
over the Preston skyline,
tinting the anaemic dawn a rosier hue.
In the late spring of ‘thirty-nine the
threat of war hung in the air, thicker than
the mist that hovered over the River Ribble.

Hooters wailed their melancholy tune,

summoning dockers and factory workers

for the early shift; their clogs clattering

over uneven cobbles, a staccato sound,
gathering momentum, as millworkers
tumbled out of terraced houses, joining the exodus.

Women in metal curlers, resembling alien

invaders, gossiped in a huddle on the corner.
Some, heavily pregnant, wore floral smocks
with coats that didn’t quite meet at the edges.

Boys, wearing ragged breeches and

‘hand me down’ jerseys, played marbles
and fired catapults in a back alley.
A battle scarred tom-cat, nine lives fast
diminishing, dodged their missiles.

Chimneys belched thick smoke into the air

as tubercular scarred lungs coughed up
threads of scarlet, paying, in painful
instalments, the heavy price that the
industrial north demanded from its people.

A child, too small to see over the hood,

pushed a pram, jiggling its noisy occupant.
Born into poverty, they shoulder a precious
burden, their parents’ hopes and dreams.
A fragile link to a better future.

Preston Guild Poet!

Thank you for everyone who entered and for all those people who came on the evening.

The winner and Preston Guild Poet was Lorna Smithers. Congratulations Lorna, a once in 20 year opportunity.  Michael Symmons Roberts presented the prize to Lorna along with the Jackie Hayes Award which  Melissa Lee-Houghton won.

There were also 4 runner-ups who are: Mike Ellwood, Dorothy Nelson, Joan Yates, Tom Hicks.

You can read the some of the  runners up poems in the next blog... and following up from that the two winners poems.

Preston Guild "Week" including Preston Arts Festival

The Guild Week starts today and continues until the 9th September.

 

Part of this is the Preston Arts Festival which the Poetry Society is involved in.

 

On the 1st September will be the Poetry book launch at Waterstones between 10am and 4pm.  A book of poems from members of the poetry society with many different styles and themes. A great treasure created once in 20 years. Free event. So come along and check the book out.. and find about the society too.

 

Also the Guild Poem adjudication and presentation with poetry reading by Michael Symmons Roberts. Find out who is the Guild Poet for 2012... a once in a 20 year opportunity... but who for? Another free event so come along and enjoy some poetry at County Hall on 6th September  at 7.30pm.

 

There are many other events both in the Arts Festival (click on the image below to see the brochure) and the Guild.

 

 

Be the Preston Guild Bard

The Poetry society are proud to be running a competition for the Preston Guild. The competition is to write a poem which can be in any style or form, but must feature Preston within it.

The winner will win £100 and be featured in the Society newsletter, second prize is the Jackie Hayes Award.

The competition is to be judged by Michael Symmons Roberts. He is a Whitbread Award winning poet born in Preston before moving to Newbury.

You can read the article in the Lancashire Evening Post here.

An entry form can be downloaded here.


And if anyone has problems with that link then you can open the jpgs below and print off:

Details:                                Form:

Spring Newsletter

The Spring Newsletter is now available on the Newsletter page (and also a quick link here).

It contains details on latest poets being published and the top 3 poems of the MacKenzie Trophy.

Preston Guild Update

A lot has already happened this year to do with the Guild and a lot more in the future. The Poets Guild Publication is almost ready to be printed... after being edited , re-edited and a lot of work being poured into it. I will post details on here when it is published.

One big Guild event that happened over Easter was the Preston Passion, which was a contemporary retelling of the Passion story. This was not just a Preston event but a national event too as it was shown live on BBC around the country. (Here is a clip of the rehershals http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-17636858 and a news report on it here http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-lancashire-17633443 and also some about it here http://www.prestonguild2012.com/?OBH=838).

There are many more events (and of course our publication) to look forward to. A what's on guide can be found here http://www.prestonguild2012.com/whats-on-guide . One of the events I am entering is a 5k at the start of next month, but there are many other events including the Young Musician which starts soon and G-volution music festival.

Happy New Year

Happy New writing Year to you all. The new calendar for the year has been published along with the latest newsletter (both available on the website). PPS are currently working through the drafts of their booklet for the Guild festival which is looking good. So keep an eye out for that and also I wish you all a good writing year!