Welcome To Our Website
We are a friendly local poetry group that meets on
the third Sunday of each month to read our own
poetry, listen to others’ poetry and talk about poetry.
Meetings take place on the third Sunday afternoon of
the month starting at 2.00 o'clock and finishing at approximately 5.15. In December we meet on the second Sunday.
They are held in the library of Orley
Farm School, South Hill Avenue, Harrow, Middx.
The nearest tube station is South Harrow. There is no
access by car from the South Harrow end of South
Hill Avenue. Entrance to the library is by a door
round to the left of the building.
Fancy yourself as a poet?
Come and listen or read your own verse. This local
poetry group started in 1992. Visitors £3.00.
For further details and before coming telephone 0208 864 3149.
Below we will be placing some of our latest verse as tasters.
Friday, 28 October 2016
(at Finzi Window, Gloucester Cathedral)
Within that inner jewelled heart,
where all the colours gather back
into a whiteness of the soul,
I can reside complete and still –
between the words, inside the song –
at the essence of such beauty
and an inward sense of answer
© Anthony Pinching
Wednesday, 19 October 2016
What just denoted walking pace,
the leisured middle movement stroll, becomes –
with an exquisite error of transcription – the question:
“And before?” Nothing so simple as: “And then?”
To find a way into this mystery,
we could walk awhile, and then look back,
triangulate future and present
towards a not yet remembered past.
The sonata encompasses familiar patterns,
flowing and developing in its path –
but is this really “And before?”,
or just the prelude to a question?
& ante asks about the preconceptual moment
when the composer is imagined by the performer.
© Anthony Pinching
‘Soundscapes – A Musician’s Journey through Life and Death,
by Paul Robertson. Faber & Faber, London 2016. pp. 221-2.
Friday, 14 October 2016
Tuesday, 7 October 2014
Imagine a city under siege:
it may be any such city
at any time
as long as old women
dressed in black
scuttle amid rubble.
Think how the miracle of relief might come:
soldiers advancing in a column;
raids from the air;
even pretended discovery
0f the fake relic of a saint.
Do they all see
how a slanting band of sunlight
pours from between two masses of slate dark cloud
to illuminate a distant tree up on the hill?
Any tree will do,
but shining out in that special way.
Monday, 6 October 2014