Sunday, 5 January 2014

Sunday Review

We started the week with Clare McCotter's "Neruda's Exhumation" which has some great imagery in it and examines the connections between Neruda, Pinochet and Thatcher. There is a lovely surreal image in :
You are there on hands and knees
trying to staunch the flow
with seashells and strange-shaped bottles..
We followed this with Philip Johnson's "mad as cheese" which has elements of mining humour in it until the poem leads to the mess left behind by fracking. I have an internet friend who lives in rural NZ who is being crowded by drilling operations. It is a very sad situation and she recieves very little help from the government or environmental laws which, we are constantly told, hold back progress. The second stanza is wonderfully evocative:
yet we ask how do the holes appear 
in the cheese

coal dust gold diamond
oil we dig sprinkle salt
on fish n chips.

Wednesday's poem was David Subacchi's "Terraces" which combines nostalgia for his youth with the realisation of what happened at Hillsborough. It is a fine poem and I can't wait to hear it on line. The very last line of the poem brings the modern game into sharp focus as the very fans who love the game the most cannot afford to go and watch.
Douglas Polk's poem "The Proposal" was our Thursday poem . A short poem that speaks volumes about the sort of relationship that Mr. Putin has with many countries. It sounds like that marriage will need a lot of help to be a lasting one.
Poppy Scarlett's poem "Maybe" finished the week for us with a look at some of the issues surrounding the death of Princess Diana. We live in a time when theories gain currency just by being on the internet and the confusing bit it is that the most outlandish ones can turn out to be true. As the poem succinctly says "Maybe"

I hope you all have a good week and keep sending in your poems. there is a good level of poems coming in now but we are always get more.
Best wishes to Abi who is a bit ill. Get the rest you need and take the time you need to get better.