Poetry
Shades of You
By Philip Wilson Pencil sharpness Creates a likeness Of you, not by its pointed tip But by its story it brings to our lips Profile pictures Are now accepted fixtures In society They give [… read more ]
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Poetry
Portsmouth Writers’ Season: Richard Williams
S&C regular and admired local poet Richard Williams will be launching his new collection, Landings, at the Square Tower, Old Portsmouth on Thursday 20th September at 7.30pm. S&C poetry editor and Ted Hughes Prize winner [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Southsea, 1985
At 2 a.m. I saw her – She hung her body like meat in the entrance to the pier – that pleasure palace. She’s haloed by a streetlamp opposite Peggy Sue’s. She takes my [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Invocation
– a little wax from melted candle – a gentle press – feather on frame we near completion. at the edge, we pray for guidance and hope the artifice holds. will a playful stroke’s [… read more ]
Poetry
Magnolia Flowering in Cold Spring in Albany Road
Superior the knowing human glance that dreams, in lightly jostling verticals, ideas that make the candelabras dance, the whitened tips of candle flames that call to mind a burning icy chalice raised beneath the [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: All of Me
By Helen Larham I have always loved him despite his neglect so when I stepped out onto the sea he bore my full weight, everything: All those times I had ventured in and they [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Poem Composed while doing a Headstand
By Maggie Sawkins, Star & Crescent’s Poetry Editor. The fir cone I picked from a Corsican forest, carried across an ocean nestled between balls of socks, has fallen from the grate and rests where it [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: I Used to Be But Now
By the First Act Recovery Group which meets every Saturday at Portsmouth Central Library. I used to be a twig but now I’m a tree I used to be a room but now I’m a [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: The Indecency of a Hyacinth (Sprouting)
‘stirring Dull roots with spring rain.’ T S Eliot Rude, splayed fingers of unstoppable purpose, intruding indecently into the shy atmosphere. Not taking no for an answer, they displace the proprieties, lifting the flower-nub up, [… read more ]
Poetry
STAR POems: Gentle Giant
My dad is a big man A big man’s-man sports fan He shows his affection with food Keeping the dish a secret from me until the last minute So he can see my delight at [… read more ]