About Me
- Deborah Harvey Poetry
- Bristol , United Kingdom
- Poet and poetry facilitator. Pushcart Prize nominated. Co-founder of the Leaping Word Poetry Consultancy, which provides advice for poets on writing, editing and publishing, as well as qualified counselling support for those exploring personal issues in their work - https://theleapingword.com. My sixth poetry collection, Love the Albatross, is now available from Indigo Dreams or directly from me.
Tuesday, 27 April 2021
Constellations in the Woods
Friday, 23 April 2021
Bristol, the morning after the Saturday night before, after lockdown
I have a collection of poems mostly set in Bristol coming out later this year. It's called 'Learning Finity', and I need an arresting cover photograph, so I got up early last Sunday and went to town to wander the old lanes.
In my enthusiasm for the project, I'd overlooked the fact it was the morning after the Saturday night before, after lockdown, and it wasn't that pleasant down there. The Mud Dock car park was full of discarded food, take-away packaging and broken glass, and the stench of piss in the doorways and alleyways was overwelming. Not that this state of affairs isn't understandable, with no venues able to offer inside eating, and all the public toilets closed years ago on account of the council thinking 'let's try and keep within our meagre budget by making them use shops and pubs, because there will never come a time when those facilities are out of commission, will there?'
Anyhow, here are some photos, one or two of which are contenders for a cover and most of which aren't. I haven't made up my mind which of my shortlist to use yet.
Saturday, 17 April 2021
On the Edge VI: Another year in sunrises
Sunrise is just about slipping beyond the parameters of my average day, so here's a year's worth of lockdown sunrises for the road. Except, of course, there's still not much of a road, unless you're careless of the virus and/or not that content living in your head.
It's also a whole year without the ash tree to catch the sun at equinox, that I foolishly thought of as mine, even though it stood in someone else's garden and that someone else chopped it down. Though I see our neighbour's weeping birch is growing rapidly.
11th February 2021, 7.21 am