Phillipa Coughlan, a poet from Chilwell, sends us this poem to mark midsummer.
SUMMER CAULDRON
Life boiled
In a heat of stickiness.
But not a mould
That held us all together.
Another dawn breaks,
We are clearly not refreshed
Yet nature bursts its flowers,
A colour carpet
Covering sadness, loneliness
Which sweats its fear,
Yet always hopes for more.
Love and lust in all excess,
Recall the joy
Of fresh cold water
Trickling through the dust.
Children’s laughter in fountains
Must drown adult despair.
Then, when evening cools
Night’s moon still smiles.
Nottingham UNESCO City of Literature volunteer Carol Williams tells us of some of her Nottingham poetry Festival highlights.
We are delighted to announce our search for a young poet to represent Nottingham on the international stage.
Nottingham poet Leanne Moden reads her love letter to all things Nottingham, with help from a few other local faces.
To mark Earth Strike Day, Anne Holloway presents a specially commissioned poem: Turning the Tide: A cautionary tale of a once land-locked city
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