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pauline sewards

Updated: Sun, 1 Jul 2018 07:50 am

paulinesewards@hotmail.co.uk

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Biography

I've been performing at open mikes and features, mainly in London, for the last few years. Recent published work in Loose Muse, Ariadne's Thread and South Bank Poetry Magazine. Work upcoming online on The Stare's Nest and Ink, Sweat and Tears, and in Pop Up Poetry Anthology 2. I also have a poem in The Best Dr Who Poems in the Universe... My first collection 'This is the Band' was published in March 2018 by Hearing Eye. Recent gigs include Freeverse postry book fair in London and Berkley Square review in Bristol . I'm interesting in reading anywhere feasible.

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Gavage for Lillian Lenton She approaches it like any other uncomfortable occasion - a wet afternoon on the hockey pitch a long practice session of en pointe and echappe or the butchery of the dentist thank god her teeth are strong because if they break the wardens go in through the nose she thinks about the word Fortitude in her prayer book from Sunday school, ornate in red and gold. The word supports her as the hands push her in position - her instinct is to push her lips together, to open her mouth only to shout defiance. Now at the crux of her life where “Deeds not words’ catches her with the full force of meaning. Now she hears the doctor’s footsteps echo with ‘suppressed satisfaction’, smells disinfectant and the reek of self-righteousness, feels the hands, sees the fat fingers rubbed red like an extension of the tubing delirious she dreams of escapades and escaping - her speciality - the tiny, wily pimpernel. Dreams of japes alone and with her sisters. First flickering of the fire she set at the tea rooms at Kew. Her current rate of arson two a week when not in jail. Dressed as the errand boy who came to the door, and munching his self same apple, Dressed, like fifty other women, in a heavy veil she’ll take her leave while policemen take pride in their hyper-vigilance. At the age of thirty she’ll go to the ballot box at last. She’ll meet DH Lawrence, introduced to her as the man who thinks only of sex. She will stand outside Parliament with her sisters, wearing a cloche hat and a fitted coat. She’ll tell her stories on the radio. But now the rippling agony in her throat as the tube pushes down to drown her scream thick splash of liquid in the funnel, smells like the rancid milk of a monstrous mother two doctors and seven wardens standing over her each hand pressing down, holding down, capturing every limb with force, too late for her to choke cold liquid hits the core of her, her stomach, that is not her core, escape is her speciality she closes her eyes sees her prayer book supports herself with fragments of another age illuminates the word she sees in modern colours purple, white and green. The word she sees is Freedom. ............... A rough guide to the ghosts of Venice At one Carnival some sprinkled rice flour on the tumours of their skin to hide the plague, weak, but fortified with grappa, they danced like crazy to make one last seduction. * In the city built on trees bolted into mud and turned to stone, death is a refrain - ground into reflected stone the air smells of bitter herbs skulls jeer at angels in stoic fascination. * It is often hard to find the line dividing land and water, air from mist, iridescence shines on a pigeon’s breast, all this he would have loved is loving now beside you in imagination

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raypool

Sun 28th Jan 2018 16:16

Hi Pauline. That's a nice surprise that you enjoyed Amateur Musicians. I work in a band with these guys, and boy do they take it seriously!

Thanks for stopping by.

Ray

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Wendy Young

Thu 24th Mar 2016 18:45

Hi Pauline - I'm on now!! Beautiful writing! xxxxx

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Barbi Touron

Thu 23rd Feb 2012 00:02

I dig your writing so, the rhythm, the descriptions, wonderfully done.

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 4th Dec 2009 14:38

Hi again Pauline, thank you for your comments on my dancing men poem! Would like to read some more of your stuff - have you thought about putting something on the "bloggs"?

Steve Smith

Sun 29th Nov 2009 12:31

Love your stuff, so well crafted and full of pictures.
Steve smith

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 27th Nov 2009 17:40

I really enjoyed Drinking on Trains, could really picture the woman, the vagueness of her memories alongside very vivid images, the plastic cup that's too light, the miniatures whose design is so intricate. Lovely, the enjoyment of doing something almost disreputable!

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 25th Nov 2009 22:20

there are so many pictures in Homing, a rich tapestry clearly written.

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Tue 24th Nov 2009 15:32

Hi Pauline

welcome aboard.. Really enjoyed reading the poem 'Homing' a great rhythm and structure. Winston (New Members)

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