Tuesday, 15 April 2014

My Ver Poets competition entry poem - 'Ping'

Another contemporary piece ... you'll see it is sadly topical.



Bereft in brine but sitting soldier-straight

in ship-shape rows of bloated, silted blanks;

the only sound marauding through the seats

a distant ping that you can’t hear, nor them

with plaintive cries as sonars beep, that’s it

but no, it’s just another well-chased goose

and still you sit, still belted up but lost

in black but still no sign; the orange box

that hides away, Pandora of Malay

she lies in weight of deathly, plankton souls

with lid still sealed and secrets unrevealed;

as ships and planes still comb unchartered lanes

for pips again she fades, her seventh veil

the final tale, her beacon fails and dies

its last: MH three-seventy, goodbye.


© Nigel Pamenter 2014
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Saturday, 12 April 2014

My tutor, Caron

Although she doesn't miss a trick, she's unlikely to see this but ...

It would be extremely remiss of me not to acknowledge the strides I have made this academic year, most notably in writing poetry. Before this year, I knew next to nothing and even now, only a little about this most beautiful art form. What I do know is that I am a poet. I have become ridiculously enamoured (and will be always) with complex poetic form. It is now my passion and a Masters may beckon yet.

This simply would not have been achievable without the support, the passion and magnificent ability to convey her love of verse on to me ... take a bow (can't see her curtseying) my brilliant tutor, Caron Freeborn.  You believed in me, saw immediately what I could achieve and steered me to stellar grades; best of all, you made me see what was possible in my writing.

You gave me the love of form ... priceless and I thank you x