'The Cloud Appreciation Society's Day Out'
Poetry collections are clearly like buses - you wait years and then two come along at once! TCASDO was published only 5 months after 'The Thousand Natural Shocks' because my wonderful publisher - Ronnie Goodyer of Indigo Dreams - wanted it to be available at the 3-month-long exhibition of my Watershed work at the stunning Cliffe Castle Museum. This beautiful collection is the culmination of my year as writer-in-residence for the huge Watershed Landscape Project.
How do you get hold of a copy?!!
Order it direct from me (a mere £6 incl p&p and you get a signed copy) or direct from my publishers, or (if you really really want to support a multi-national) from Amazon.
And while you wait for your very own copy to arrive, here's a sample poem from it (that got 2nd place in The National Trust's Landscape Poetry Competition):
Nesh by Char March
Last week they said it was cold in London.
A thin bit of mizzle brought them out
in a rash of umbrellas, much buttoning.
Up here, cold
is the landscape;
rain the absolute norm.
And no pissing about
with mizzle, drizzle, mist –
we shove through solid water,
that holds us lurching
at gravestone angles,
across Heptonstall’s cobbles;
through bucketclanking farmyards;
out onto the moor.
Our air is luscious,
alive, viscous,
slapping us awake
like a wet cod
across our chops.
And while you wait for your very own copy to arrive, here's a sample poem from it (that got 2nd place in The National Trust's Landscape Poetry Competition):
Nesh by Char March
Last week they said it was cold in London.
A thin bit of mizzle brought them out
in a rash of umbrellas, much buttoning.
Up here, cold
is the landscape;
rain the absolute norm.
And no pissing about
with mizzle, drizzle, mist –
we shove through solid water,
that holds us lurching
at gravestone angles,
across Heptonstall’s cobbles;
through bucketclanking farmyards;
out onto the moor.
Our air is luscious,
alive, viscous,
slapping us awake
like a wet cod
across our chops.
