My extract was chosen by Ink Academy as part of the National Writing Day competition - you can read the first part of my novel, The Taxidermist's Lover on their blog: www.inkacademy.co.uk/2017/07/12/polly-hall-nwd17/
Me! I'll explain...
On the 21st June 2017, it was National Writing Day. As I was scrolling through the gazillions of #NationalWritingDay tweets, I found the Ink Academy competition for unpublished writers. To be honest, it was a last minute entry for which I thank Twitter. I love Twitter!
Anyhow, I'm thrilled to reveal that an extract from the beginning of my unpublished novel, The Taxidermist's Lover, will be featuring on the Ink Academy site very soon.
Find out more about Ink Academy here...
Read my new fiction - Playing God - here on the Zero Flash site zeroflash.org/stand-alone-flash-pieces/
Delighted to win the Page is Printed competition (at the Tacchi Morris Theatre) with this poem. It was inspired by the wonderful Theatre Melange & Somerset Libraries collaboration - Out of the Mouth of the Parrett. Here 'tis...
This is why we need poets and poetry. In the face of adversity we will triumph while paper and pen allows us to vent. This is why poets can say what is meant without sounding trite or insincere in murmured cliché for what is named murder. The poet speaks clear.
This is why when the ground shakes beneath us we sit firm and write. We cheer and we clap in spite of it all. We set it down for others to try to make sense of the senseless. There is no hidden agenda so lend your ears to the wordsmiths and bards, open your hearts, let down your guard. Listen and weep. Listen through pain. Listen again and again. This is why we need poets and poetry. Proclaiming anger in words of defiance, whispering hurt in verse that’s reliant on softness and silence.
This is why poets and poetry shine in reflections of broken glass and rhyme that can set us in time with others who listen and yearn for the clock to wind back. A strong, steady voice after the attack. And out of the rubble emerges a sound like first footsteps of newborn words on the ground. Out of the carnage steps something resembling unity. For this is why we need poets and poetry. To set us free from tyranny and the misguided acts of what is named prophecy. To remind us that we are truly human and have the right to live in harmony.