Poetry, Arts and Eats at Ferini Art Gallery

Arts and Eats at the Ferini Gallery, Pakefield, Lowestoft on Friday 27 January 2012, 12 – 2pm

Local poets and painters converse in words and images 

We begin with a lunch of homemade and filling winter vegetable soup with homemade bread and cake/fruit and tea to follow. Local poets and artists will then present a response to each other’s work in words and images.

Cost £6. Please book with Ian Fosten at ian@fosten.com   or 0779 106 8080

Ferini Art Gallery 27 – 29 All Saints Road, Pakefield, Lowestoft NR33 0JL

Quill creative writing group. Results of Ernest Peaford Award Poetry Competition 2011.

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Winning poems for the Ernest Peaford Award, Quill creative writing group.

1st place     Heather Smith

2nd place  Susan Wooden

3rd place   Tamara Minns

Quill creative writing group competition result for the Ernest Peaford Award.

Competition results are in for this years Ernest Peaford Award.

The poems have been judged by Rupert Mallin.  There will be an award ceremony of trophy cup and three framed certificates on 13th Oct at 1.30pm , taking place at the group’s usual venue, ie; Newtown Methodist church hall , Northgate Street, Great Yarmouth.

Results are as follows;    “The Dance of Life”.

!st place  Heather Smith

2nd place  Susan Wooden

3rd place  Tamara Minns

Quill creative writing group competition

Quill Creative writing group met last Wednesday to hold the  presentation of prizes for their annual competition The pic shows the group with the three winners ie: myself Sue Ellis, Tamara Minns, and Charles Huggett.

1st prize Tamara Minns

ENIGMA

The sea was spawned before time began,

Long before God blue-printed man

No greed, no poison, no manic wars

Just moonlight shadows on virgin shores

Men of learning throughout history

Have marvelled at its mystery

Searching for answers till their demise

Of a roaring monster in disguise

The mayflower fathers prayed the sea

Would sail them to religious liberty

When they turned their backs on a divided realm,

They knew their God was at the helm.

Sailor there’s no need to pray

The sea won’t heed a word you say.

No songs of praise sung on the quay

Can quell it’s thirsty savagery

Sometimes friend, more times foe

Heaven determines which way it shall flow.

Mother wash those tears away

Your boy would have it no other way

Will the sea remain when time has gone?

Yes mankind is weak, the sea is strong.

2nd prize Sue Ellis

HAIL THE SEA

Hail to the sea, all Mighty, all Powerful,

I salute you!

In awe of your splendour

I bow to thee.

Your beauty, your vastness, and magnificence,

Have inspired many to write reams.

Yet, you hide secrets.

In your deep waters many creatures call their home

Plant life with splendid colourful beauty

Hails another world.

An underwater wonderland is there to be discovered.

If I delve beneath your surface

Breaking through

the calm stillness of your glassy waters,

Dive downward into darkness

Lit only from above with rays of sunlight

That penetrate,

Your depths.

I’ll uncover your secrets.

Secrets

of that other world

Hidden from view.

Yet beware!

Danger lurks.

Your currents can turn,

your mood change

You can refuse to welcome intruders

rebelling from prying eyes

In your fury you can rise up unexpectedly,

Sucking innocent crafts into your towering waves

Destroying all in your rage.

You have my respect

Oh mighty sea

One day you could engulf our lands

And rule the world.

3rd prize Charles Huggett

Waves

In angry turmoil, seas crash and thunder

Water torn, white and ragged

Tops exploding, blown asunder,

Violent crests, sharp and jagged,

Onwards thrusting to the land

To crush it, mark it, with their brand.

Surging, rolling, undulating

Waves rise and swell in endless charging

Like ranks of cavalry unabating

Constantly contracting and enlarging

Desperately spending force to reach

That once distant, nearing beach.

Lapping gently on silken shore

Lazily running, they slide and slither

Softly now, with little bore

They procrastinate and dither

Pausing briefly to kiss the strand

And roll small pebbles on the sand.

A mystery too deep to fathom

Waters just as old as time

Flood and ebb in constant rhythm

Unceasing majestic and sublime

In all its moods uncomprehending

The sea must roll, it’s task unending.

Poetry Competition for Quill

Quill Creative writing group are having a presentation tomorrow 14th Oct. of a Trophy cup to the winner of the 2009 Ernest Peaford award. Their yearly poetry competition for their members. They were lucky to have the poems judged by Rupert Mallin. The winner for the second year running is Tamara Minns with her poem called “Enigma” . Second place goes to myself with my poem called “Hail to the Sea”, and third place goes to Charles Huggett with his poem called “Waves”. The theme this year was on The Sea and there were 14 entries. Ernest Peaford’s son Peter will present the trophy and framed certificates to the three winners. We are hoping to have a photograph printed into the Great Yarmouth Mercury to mark the occasion.

Further news, One of our members Susan Wooden has been chosen as a runner up in the poetry competition to commemorate Herring Day. Her poem will be read out on Sunday Oct 18th at the celebration at the Time and Tide museum. Well done Susan.

Read Herrings Poetry Competition for Herring Day!

Holy Mackerel! A poetry competition for Herring Day!

Local people were invited to make a contribution to the Time and Tide Museum by submitting a short poem about the humble herring for National Poetry Day on the 8^th October.   The winning  poem is reproduced on the new text panel for the  iconic Yarmouth Bloater King sign (see image)  unveiled at Time and Tide’s annual Herring Day on Sunday October 18^th . Entries were judged by published Norfolk based poet Esther Morgan.

Winner of the Read Herrings poetry competition for Herring Day 2009:

My Silver Darling

By Charles Huggett

Skin tanned and burned by the keen east blow

Burnished rosy cheeks shine and glow

Back complaining and feet sore

Hands chapped bleeding red and raw

Still you can laugh and share a smile

Although you know in a little while

The next herring catch will land

So you stand ready knife in hand

To gut and wash the silver throng

And so you work all day long.

Your clothes are coated in silver scales

And glitter my eye assails.

Like sequins on a fine ball gown

Or diamonds set in a royal crown.

Transformed from dull and dowdy starling

To my shiny glistening silver darling.

But no ball will glimpse her sparkling clothes

Just a small dark pub in the Yarmouth rows!

The Bloater King in person

Quill meets next week

Quill creative writing group meets next week on Wednesday 15th July at 1.30pm until 3.30pm. At the Newtown Methodist church hall in Northgate Street, Great Yarmouth. New members are welcome. We have a guest speaker on this day, namely Rupert Mallin, who will be talking to us about writing plays.

There is a small charge of 50p for tea or coffee and a yearly subscription of £5.

The group has been active since 1999 and at present has 14 members of mixed ages. Our purpose for meeting up is to motivate each other in writing poetry, prose, short stories, monologues and plays.

And sharing them with the group. For further information please phone the secretary on 01493 857956

textVISUAL, online magazine…

textVISUAL is an online magazine of poetry and visuals edited by Rupert Mallin which can be viewed here  http://textvisual.wordpress.com/

textVISUAL 1 features work by acclaimed poets Martin Stannard, Ian Seed and Peter Hughes. Norfolk and Suffolk artists and poets contributing to this first issue are: Tim Lenton, Linda Chapman, Lisa D’Onofrio, Gerald Nason, Michael Fenton, Mark Sargeant and Claire Hamburger.

The Giro Years by John Dashwood

This poem is from a collection I have just published under the title “The Giro Years”.

Barrie’s World Renowned Bacon Rolls

Lonely I wandered the early morning streets
Floating past the market stalls
Past the litter bins and seats
Past the crumbling old town walls
Where beer and busking is not allowed
Where gulls the cobbled pavement peck
I wandered covered in a shroud
Broke and hungry – what the heck!
Torn and tired of being thrifty
Plunged into my pocket
Pulled out roughly one pound fifty
With a mind to madly hock it
Never known to be so shifty
I shot like a rocket
On a sudden spending spree.
(Money talks, so please don’t knock it.)
Tea and bacon roll – far out!
Tasting such a damned delight.
Steamy and succulent, there’s no doubt,
My expense account was right.
Barrie’s bacon in a roll
Marmalizes lucky me
Sizzles to my very soul
Like my magic mug of tea
Helps my day get off the ground.
O what a place to be
Barrie’s bacon world renowned
In Yarmouth by the sea.