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Thursday 22 May 2014

Poetry and Prose Evening Friday 30th May 7.30pm.

MOORSIDE WRITERS

Poetry and Prose Evening

Friday 30th May 7.30pm.

With professional musical interludes
Drinks and snacks
at
The Little Fig Tree Theatre
15 New Queen Street
Chesterfield

Telephone:01246 276875 
 

More Dates for Your Diary


Two more planned evening performances


Friday 25th July 2014 St Thomas Church Brampton

 

Friday 26th September 2014 Peel Centre Dronfield

Monday 12 May 2014

'First Tuesday' Open Meeting 3rd June

'First Tuesday' Open Meeting 3rd June 2-4 pm


Creative Writing Exercises from the Moorside Team

Chesterfield Library


'First  Tuesday' Meetings are held every month except August and are suitable for anyone  who is interested in discussing and undertaking practical exercises in creative writing - prose or poetry


They are held in the Meeting Room Lower Ground Floor - Next to 'Browser' Cafe 


No booking necessary- just turn up

Tuesday 6 May 2014

Weather Watch a poem by Rob Hoyle





Weather Watch

Yesterday a proper darkness,
 modest, semi-starlit. Not too showy:
 no conflict between Orion, The Plough
and solar-powered 'nite-lights'.

A little light rain for atmosphere.
Spectacles spotted, sight altered,
I imagine myself
a sideways-seeing insect.

Now, in front of the houses,
those tangerine street lights
become imperious giraffes
processing, stately, aloof.

A Tesco delivery truck
creates sound-waves
that pattern pavements pewter,
re-direct droplets
in an anti-gravity movement
to shivering shed roofs.

And soon the sky lowers itself
in a bilious tumble
as if the heavens need antacid.
Elemental energy
seemingly indigestible.

Blithering snowflakes
huddle for security?
not knowing there is no safety
in the winds irascible blunder.

The bird-table wears ermine,
car is re-designed by nomadic snow.
I shine a torch, landscape
has become a Mexican wave.

It's time for boots and sensible gloves.
Clean breath is softer than new love.

Then , in the future,
polished moon,
a sky perforated with brilliance
from the long dead.

This is a time of spirit,
heart and sense,
not head.


Rob Hoyle