Huckleberry Thing

Warning! Deep Water Green weed coats the pond. Catkins tiptoe past the curtain leaves here in the conservation area near the tennis courts. “Should you see anything particularly exciting please tell us about it.,“ requests the London Borough of Camden, Nature Conservation Section. “Well, I didn’t notice much except,” he turns, “You, delightful  thing.” (heContinue reading “Huckleberry Thing”

Winterreise

  We ate at Träumerei. Maybe I ordered a quiche And he had melted cheese. Forget this not, my heart: We lunched at Träumerei. There shining in brightness on the table –  a glass of water, four peppermints and the bill. 2012 — It is from this poem that my first volume derives its title.Continue reading “Winterreise”

Rooftop Thoughts

The Gullies (Covent Garden, London) I have a personal Thursday pleasure and it is to choose my PCF picture of the week over a strong black coffee. The ten I have chosen to date are a visual log of the last two months of my London journey. “The Gullies (Covent Garden, London)” is my pictureContinue reading “Rooftop Thoughts”

The Poet

You’ve read me elsewhere Kapow! I’m redundant now – Yours, the superhero of pre-used words — This morning on the way to the tube I was given a copy of “Short List,” a glorified catalogue of a magazine (as most magazines are) and brother publication to my other favourite London freebie-mag, “The Stylist.” In thoseContinue reading “The Poet”

£299 from Strand

Saturday 14th Jan.             Yesterday I met a friendly piebald cat and ladders. So today I took the plunge: £299 on Strand. Friday the 13th   passed unscathed.          If I don’t spend the money now, it won’t be anymore. A dinky 11.6” this HP Pavilion (dm1-4020sa): £299 on Strand. Sunday morning, 00:05   15thContinue reading “£299 from Strand”

Things of the Heart, Told in Quiet #1

A letter is time past scrawled on a tree written in blue with quiet tea and buttoned as a coat holding inside its red carnation. 2012 — Another poem earmarked for my forthcoming second volume, provisionally titled “Under a Blue Dome.” The volume will also include the poems from the set “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” someContinue reading “Things of the Heart, Told in Quiet #1”

POEMS FROM A MYSTICAL DECADE

Our twenties is a time filled with firsts. According to research it is the decade we remember most vividly. Many of us document our experiences, often with the intention of doing something with those journals and emails about our gap years and unrequited crushes. Writer Annwen Elizabeth Evans, now nearing 32, has done just thisContinue reading “POEMS FROM A MYSTICAL DECADE”

This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker

  PAVEMENT WALKER –   Do not stop for snowdrops, they are a waste of time. Consult insufficient distraction. Bury in text. Hurry in a grey coat. See not the fallen gate- post, a thread of quiet small- leafed ivy.     16/02/2012 19:20 — First thoughts for this poem were drafted on a littleContinue reading “This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker”

For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013

I was born of poetry on the underside where grey makes writing easier the printed side: too glossy. — I once read that those who buy poetry tend to be middle class, university educated women “of a certain age” (by this, the article implied over 50). Yet whenever I’ve been in Foyle’s on Charing CrossContinue reading “For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013”

A fun romance

it will be, until we have scheduled Friday sex and you neglect to text me; I start imagining my wedding dress and stare at baby buggies through shop windows; Your mother makes lamb moussaka and I am vegetarian. Then it will be life.   2012 — Another poem earmarked for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” Continue reading “A fun romance”