Whilst the members of Pitshanger Poets may discuss whether or not the moon is full on a particular Tuesday, we are often wont to search less frequently visited subjects for our inspiration to write.
Certainly Martin Choules, who was first to read today, had no need (unlike another we could mention) to look to flowers and bowers for his rhyming scheme. With characteristic style, he was sparked by the very difficulties of finding something to write about and in the process found shot to rhyme with diddly-squat. Helen Baker wrote of a Palladian pile, taking us through a walled garden and down a tree-lined avenue, in an attempt to bring down to earth the realities of running such a house in today’s very different times. Isobel Montgomery Campbell brought along a poem she had previously read, but subtly changed to offer as a nuptial gift, and this time her feet moved almost hypnotically between anatomy and the not-so-Latinate aspects of taking that step. Daphne Gloag’s poem was written from the point of view of a sundial, speculating as to what it might be like in those dark and cloudy hours which lie beyond a sundial’s measuring capability, as a metaphor perhaps for those more unfamiliar territories we all have to contemplate. There was no such darkness in James Priestman’s poem about Hagar and Abraham, apart that is, from Abraham’s less well-documented depression, and in any event, this was leavened by the portrayal of Abraham as both foil and fool, antagonist and protagonist to his Lord. John Hurley wrote of regret, particularly of inaction, which is often so much easier than taking that step. Critics, as he said, often have a relatively easy life, considering they are often more lauded than those who are actually attempting to do something. Now there’s a subject… Finally Alan Chambers’ pace was more sedate, as his craft moved in the water and across the page, and we marvelled at the hourglass he had created, taking shape in print before our very eyes…..
Moons may wax and wane, but as has been said many times before on these pages, the members of Pitshanger Poets are unwavering in their desire to meet every Tuesday throughout the year, even after a Bank Holiday! We are already looking forward to next week, after the Notting Hill Carnival has marked the end of summer, though who knows in this year of proper summer sunshine….