Mari Maxwell's poem "Robotic, surely not?" started our week with a tongue-in-cheek look at bionics and where it could lead. There's some great imagery in this:
So that every touch by hubby
had pieces whirring, stirring too.
Nuts ‘n bolts slotting into place
Angela Carr's "Right of Reply" was Tuesday's poem which looked at a massive payout to people who took offence at a radio announcer. The poem has just the right tone of icy anger as shown in the last two lines.
Peacemakers, merciful, meek and pure
show us why the rewards of righteousness are yours
Richard Jones' poem "Morecombe Bay cockling disaster" reminded us all of the terrible events of 10 years ago. There is a lovely feeling of China in this poem which overlays the disaster with the extra sadness of being so far away from home.
Their solemn secrets traded
Black Sea, Black Sand
you shall see Fujian no more.
Ian Whitely's poem "The Walkin' Man" finished the week for us with a great tribute to Pete Seeger. He is a legend. There's some great imagery in this poem and lines that evoke the loneliness that Seeger must have felt.
A lonely figure steps out and walks into the moon
at the top of a country road, whistling a mournful tune.