For what it’s worth, here are my 850 words on Brexit, entitled ‘Roddy Frame, The Prophets and Brexit’.
If you look closely, there’s a small white dot below the moon.
Two years ago today, I was walking across the car park into work. I noticed by the moon a small spark in the sky that refused to give into the first light. Google sky map told me it was Jupiter.
That moment sparked a poem which sparked the project I’ve been working on for the past 2 years. The project is called Vanity Project. I hope it will appear as a straight-to-youtube film later this year.
I took this photo this morning in the car park at work. 2 years later, Jupiter still stands beside the moon.
Checked the sky map on my phone.
Jupiter stands beside the moon,
a pendant for an amber necklace,
toasted light with milk for breakfast
bluntly slicing the street-haze.
No mechanism for counting days,
no concrete plans to change plans soon.
Jupiter stands beside the moon.
(c) Simon Travers, 2017
I’ve had a couple of poems, ‘a toast’ and ‘I am pregnant with proclamations of love’ from Anatomy added to an Anthologia on gender collected by Plymouth’s poet laureate, Blaidh Nemorlith (Thom Boulton).
You can read the Anthologia here.
As well as my stuff, there is work from other lovely Plymouth poets and an essay on gender too. It’s a really diverse and interesting selection.
When you’re in your little room
and you’re working on something good…