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23 Submarines – poem

Here is one of my poems for the 23 Submarines project, which was a Medway-based fun poetry, art and theatre project run by Icon Theatre in 2015-2016.

Submarine women

Alone, they wait.
Their boys were chosen
Because they had no lovers
But most had mothers.

They wait, the women
Fingers strumming on tables,
They wait.
Whilst he, out of sight
Does who knows what
For a vague unspecified sense of right
For King or Country
It all seemed to make perfect sense at the time
They’ve forgotten now, any
Patriotism replaced by the dread feeling
That their sons might die under those dark waves.

She sits in the kitchen
Makes his favourite meal
Stares at the empty place
He used to sit. Alone.

23 Submarines booklet

23 Submarines booklet

 

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23 Submarines Poetry Trail

photo of poem posterThe poetry trail is now up around the Medway towns and here is a photo of a section of my poem ‘Submarine Depths’ currently in the window of the Visitor Information Centre in Rochester!

Looking forward to following the trail and finding the other writers’ extracts.

There are two more open mics: 14 July at Rainham Library and 15 September at Chatham Library. See council website for bookings and more info. .

 

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Being a writer is…

I was going to write a blog about writing – but then it turned into a poem.

 

Being a writer is:

About being able to take rejection…

About being able to do something else to pay the bills…

Accepting that you are unlikely ever to pay the bills from your writing,

but carrying on with it anyway…

 

About being able to take criticism calmly and respond

with a crocodile’s smile when they take you apart…

Being able to realise that people often take the easiest way out of,

or into, your piece…

Which is often personal, or seems downright mean…

 

Being able to believe in yourself when others don’t…

Realising that you are not your characters – even

though everyone thinks you are.

It’s fictional. (Usually…)

 

Keeping going even when you don’t win that competition or

your mss is returned unread…

It’s brilliant, it’s true, they just don’t get it.

 

It’s not stopping for lunch

Because you are not at home, but in your head.

 

Being a writer is:

Thinking, I wish I’d written that,

When reading something glorious,

Looking for ways to make yours better after

Reading something glorious…

 

Being able to write through the tears…

Being able to write despite the tears…

Writing something good because of the tears.

 

Writing is:

Thinking.

Planning.

Doing displacement activities.

Editing.

Rewriting.

Rewriting more…

 

Writing notes on any handy bit of paper,

The icy dread when you lose those notes,

The rush of exhilaration and relief when you find those notes.

 

Writing is:

A drive / a compulsion / being human.

Nothing else is real.

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