We’re padding and prowling into summer at The Leopard.
Join us in the Potteries’s poetry hot-house.
The next Stoke Stanza session at The Leopard pub, Burslem, is at 7.30pm on Tuesday 14th July. Come along to read and discuss your work or simply listen. The quality of feed-back is very high and you can be sure of a warm welcome.
Meanwhile, here is a poem by Karen Schofield, read and discussed at the June Stanza session. It was written at a poetry event in Yorkshire where participants were asked to write a poem that would fit on the back of a postcard and relate to the image on the card.
Karen’s postcard showed Ludwig II’s fairy-tale castle at Neuschwanstein, Bavaria.
Building a fairytale castle
allowed the splintered fragments
of his mind
to be put back together again,
re-ordered as towers and turrets
in the air,
a fantasy in white lego,
cloned as countless
chocolate box lids and jigsaws
immortality of a kind.
John Williams launched his latest collection, On Lipstick Beach at the last Stanza. Here’s one of John’s other poems. It’s another of his existential forays into the mysteries of the quotidian … unusually, it also rhymes.
IN BRIAN’S GARAGE
They calm the mind, his peanut jars of screws
as optics in a pub that draw the eye
behind the bar to amber rows of booze.
Old copper pipes he’s salvaged satisfy
the plumber whom he carries in his head.
Hard to forget, the roof of salvaged wood,
the slats and joists he’s gathered up and spread
across the beams in case we have a flood.
It’s where he stores the timber for an ark.
How neatly all the power-tool boxes fit
together on the top shelf in the dark.
In corners where he keeps the building kit,
a concrete mixer, sack-truck and debris,
how brightly lit his workbench needs to be.