Nothing but Rain

Angela Topping

Thiepval

Edward Thomas joined up to fight of his own free will. He was just starting to come into his own as a poet when he was killed. This poem of mine refers to two of his poems, ‘Rain’ and ‘Words’, two poems I have loved for years.

In this poem, from The Five Petals of Elderflower, I have wishes for him but for every other person killed in war. World War One, like all wars, was indiscriminate in its killing: ‘poets and painters and musicians,
labourers and farm hands, thinkers and doers’ all perished, along with those killed by their own side who had become too traumatised to fight, conscientious objectors, who deserve to be admired for taking a stand, but who also suffered from poor treatment and even imprisonment in many cases.

The great war deprived me of three great uncles. Two were killed in France: Nicholas Lawler…

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Reviews of my book on Amazon

This will be a wonderful book to read or give as a present

Angela Topping

I am grateful to David Cooke (of The High Window) for this review of my latest book on Amazon:

Beautifully crafted and accessible, The Five Petals of Elderflower, is convincing testimony to Angela Topping’s unwavering pursuit of poetry as a vocation. Undistracted by fashion, she writes with authority about the things that are important to her: family, childhood, the natural world, in poems that are beautifully cadenced, honest, and rooted in real experience. Throughout this collection, there is an admirable clarity and musicality. Nothing is overstated and time and again the poet delivers in images that are freshly minted. This is a poetry where ‘each house has its own story to tell, / each door keeps its own secrets.’ It deserves to be widely read.

Amazon is saying the book is not available, but they are wrong. It is available from me. £10 including postage, which gives a small discount.

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National Poetry Day Freedom poems part 2: Stop Taking The Tabloids by Peter Roe

I am not a silent poet

My anxiety is rising… my stress is off the scale

I glimpsed a bloody headline in the Daily Mail

They fill you up with crazy and make your mind obsess

We should waterboard our MPs and make them all confess

Leaning left, leaning right, then they’re on the fence

Scrap the trident, ban the bomb, spend more on defence

The security forces watch you with your own webcam

Phishing, skimming, hacking the latest techno scam

Why did they put those masts in the centre of our towns?

Wireless from our smart phones is used to dumb us down!

The rich are getting richer they are standing on our backs

The poor are sponging off the state according to the hacks

The foreigners are coming they’re going to take your job

The criminals are outsourcing… to the Russian mob

The food we’re eating will kill us it’s gone beyond a joke

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This is not Complicated by Dominic Albanese

I am not a silent poet

it is very clear…ALL LIVES MATTER
should be a decal on bombers and drones
with small print below
*unless we can make money by killing you*
then there is the matter of *to insure domestic tranquility*
another laugh riot
we of *high born order*
plan to stay that way
as more become aware of the cabal of (rulers)
they (the cabal) must gin up more dissent and anger
to keep Scrooge McDuck’s vault full
the current rash of protest is not Anti-Amercian
as Trump + Limbaugh would have you think
it is simply
HOW MUCH LONGER IS THIS SHIT GONNA GO ON

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Seeds by Cath Campbell

I am not a silent poet

That day my mother binds my hair tight with a bone comb,
and places a red scarf around my neck.
So I don’t lose you, she says.

It’s the colour of my heart and when the rough seas rise,
and the implacable remorse of water rolls,
I will see you wherever you are.

The boat rocks, and we are locked in desperate prayer
into the fiery sunset, but the dark is a mercy.
We hope to reach the land.

And when they come too late sailing out of the new day
will they find us together floating, limbs askew,
and the sunrise seeded red with love?

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Three Drops from a Cauldron: Issue 13 (March 2017)

Three Drops from a Cauldron: Issue 13 (March 2017)

Three Drops from a Cauldron

Happy spring, readers, writers, and other good people. (Or happy autumn to our friends in the southern hemisphere.) This month we’re pleased to bring you our usual blend of the surreal, the beautiful, and the terrible as expressed in myth and folklore. If you’ve come here looking for those things, you won’t be disappointed.

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