Pimento Poets Next Meeting….

Hi Everyone,

How time is skipping by.

Our next session together will be on MONDAY 14th November, 2016.

Usual time: Arrive any time after 10 a.m. for a 10.30 start.
Usual Place:  Pimento Tearooms.
Usual arrangement: Bring some poetry….let's be reading it.

Looking forward to it and some  bright, intelligent, brilliant poems and discussion…..as usual.

With best wishes,

Vernon

As Above....So below..........................................

Next Meeting of Pimento Poets……..

……..Our next meeting of members is on 

Monday 10th October at Pimento 

Tearooms, Lincoln, starting at 10.30 a.m. 

The Tearooms are available for 

refreshments from 10 a.m. onwards…….

New Readings by Pimento Poets on 11th September, 2015.

In connection with the recent exhibition 

‘Picture the Poet’ 

And the Summer School Photography event 

held at  Lincoln University

  Pimento Poets will be reading their poems on:  The Magna Carta, Freedom of Speech and Democracy.

  On Friday 11th September, 2015

  (10.30 – 12noon)

     At The Collection and Usher Gallery, Lincoln.

        

Poets reading will include:  Shirley Bell, Vernon Goddard, Susan Flower, Nic Lance, John Malvert, Celia McCulloch, Paul Mein, Gerry Miller, Paul Sutherland, Maureen Sutton,  and Susan Wallace. 

For free tickets please visit our Eventbrite page http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/pimento-poets-tickets-18324328560 or call The Collection on  01522 782040   

Teas and coffees provided  

Free Event.

All welcome.

New poetry by Maureen Sutton.

Sir John Franklin’s Mitten
                 And Snow Shoes

I want to connect with your spirit,
place my feet upon your snow shoes,
imagine each determined step,
hear the ghostly echo of your footfall,
inhale scented remains of  leather boots.

I want to place my hand inside
your left-hand mitten,
touch its black baize cuff
feel the softness of red silk edging,
recover the warmth of your hand.

I want to read your watch and compass,
follow and time your route, count wild stars,
listen to the bull-seal’s roar, return to the
Northwest passage where the Intuits
in skin canoes found the way through.  

In this alien landscape howling gales
have sculptured ice and snow, forged
icebergs, opened and closed frozen waste.
I want to build you a cairn on the shoreline,
admire your courage, find your remains and
bring you back to Lincolnshire.



Copyright   Maureen Sutton     03 08 2015

Franklin and his 128 officers and crew died during the mission to find the Northwest Passage in the Canadian Artic.  The two ships-Erebus & Terror- were last seen on July26th 1845 at Baffin Bay.
 

Maureen Sutton: The Lincolnshire Poet Laureate Award for 2015.

Recently, one of our leading members has gained the Lincolnshire Poet Laureate award. Her winning entry is below. 

Congratulations to Maureen Sutton:

        Shaped by Sound

       The sod beneath my feet has absorbed
       the plough-man’s tread; boots softened
       by creak and bend, one leg always higher.
       His clicking tongue called commands:
      ‘Whoa, turn’, furrows run deep in fenlands.
       The weight of horses’ shoes indented clay.
       Harrow and plough have cut through earth
       sparked limestone.  Ridge and furrow
       have written their own psalms.

       Bird-song: crow, cuckoo, peewit, sky-lark,
       each composed a chorus for sunrise
       ceaselessly calling through changing seasons.
       Invisible winds, breezes, storms, howling gales
       lifted and shifted top-soil, sculptured willow,
       hawthorn, hedges, oak, and ash to a sacred grove
       defining enclosure, boundaries, ‘right of way.’

        Ancient towers and steeples have absorbed 
        the prayers of my ancestors. I hear them in my  
        mind’s ear, clear as village church bells.
        Dykes and ditches diverted water-courses, pushed
        back the sea, reclaimed the land where green 
        mists still rise.  All flow with their own rhythm 
        like migrant geese leaving and returning.
        This is my county. This is Lincolnshire.

Maureen Sutton

March 2015

Next Meeting of Pimento Poets

Please note that Pimento Poets will next meet on Monday the 9th March at Pimento Tearooms. Please bring some poetry with you. We will commence at 10.30 a.m.

Vernon Goddard.

Pimento Poets: Maurren Sutton - Girls on the Bus.

Girls on the Bus

They’re both wearing the same kind of coat  
identical cut and colour of hair
odd socks that match each other
one blue, one grey, one grey one blue.
One pulls away an earpiece
while she boards, the other follows.
Ear pieces are back in, right ear for
the window girl left for her twin.
They’re mute, dead-pan faces.
The bus stops, one unplugs, both alight.
I watch as they walk away co-joined
by an ear cord as if
they’re back in the womb.



 Maureen Sutton
                                     01 11 20                    

Some Photographs from the Poetry reading earlier in the year at Waddington…….

A new poem by Maureen Sutton: Ad infinitun.

 AD INFINITUN

The moat at the Tower of London
has become like a river of poppy-red blood.
Look again, closer, because
the blood of beheaded queens runs deep.                                 +
A king, two young princes, traitors
the innocent, nonconformists all slaughtered.
Blood never dries on the hands of a king.

It drips from the hands of leaders
who send us to war, then lay wreaths.
Those not born before World Wars                  
commemorate the hundredth year of the
Great War by planting ceramic poppies.

Spilt blood has seeped into foreign fields
on home ground, on no-man’s land
on desert sands, on frozen waste.
It has splattered across skies, coloured seas.

As flowers keep growing
blood shed from the fallen flows on;
A tidal bore on the Thames.



Maureen Sutton
09 11 20
             

COPYRIGHT   MAUREEN SUTTON 09 11 20

New work by Maureen Sutton 2014.

New Work by Maureen Sutton:

These three pieces of work were written by Maureen in response to Danica Maier’s  ‘Stitch & Peacock’ Exhibition,  currently on show at The Collection Museum in Lincoln. They were  written between 27th September and 11th October, 2014. The Exhibition continues on display until the end of the year.

                         

      FLIGHTPATH

A flock of coloured birds

                             soar above 

gallery’s installation

                               as if freed from hanging chains.

              Feather patterns like herring-bone

      on ancient stone walls mark out 

each forked tail. 

The throng threads their way

to the far brick wall, 

                       settle on branches

                                     tight as a hem-edged blanket.

Tiny letters mimic stitches 

                    close as a stem on a leaf

vibrant as Jacobean silk.

 STITCH and PEACOCK

                               

                              From the inspiration of a Jacobean bedspread 

                              Maier has given a new interpretation 

                              to the formation of letters.  

                              I now see more than a symbol

                              of speech sound.

                              Minute blue letters mirror embroidered samplers,

                              each tiny form repeated and repeated

                              until they morph into leaves and branches 

                              look closer, Maier is having fun.

                              Letters depicted like stitches are words,

                              words become birds, they take flight

                              settle on branches and stems like raised 

                              French knots on worked canvas.

                              A berry bright as rowan, proud as a peacock

                              catches my attention, like a skein of silk

                              threaded through the eye of a needle.

                                                             

THROUGH A NEEDLE’S EYE         

The conceited peacock has been exposed;

tail lifted to show what he’s really made of.

The artist has finally needled him

pinned the cock down, hidden

words between fan-feathers.

No bull, she’s on to him, 

plucking out eyes, 

he’s too dim 

to  realize, 

full of 

himself.

Copyright : Maureen Sutton 2014.

Meet the Poets: Maureen Sutton.

Meet the Poets: Maureen Sutton.


Maureen has been organising poetry and folk events for many years in the Lincoln area and is a founding member and leading light in the Pimento poets group.


She is well known as a public speaker, folksinger and broadcaster.

Maureen has had numerous poems published in local and East Midlands poetry magazines. She has also had three books published on Lincolnshire folklore: We didn't know Owt was short-listed for both first and second edition for the Catherine Briggs Memorial Prize. Another of her books is A Lincolnshire Calendar. For many years she has been published in Lincolnshire Life Magazine.

She has contributed to our last two anthologies: Voices from the Deep and Long Time Passing, a century of Wars.