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Jun 29, 2021 #blazon, #canticle: on the beauty of my mother's knees, #conceit, #love, #my mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, #Shakespeare, #sonnet, #Sonnet Prize, #Ware Poetry Prize, #william shakespeare by Lucy Crispin

A quick post to let you know that I’ve recently won the Ware Poetry Sonnet Prize, with the poem I wrote for my mother shortly before she died. The competition was judged by the splendid, and local-to-me, Kim Moor. It was interesting reading her judge’s report because…

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is April really the cruellest month?

Feb 11, 2021 #Bill Christopherson, #Christopherson, #cold, #coronavirus, #Covid 19, #dark, #Dickinson, #Emily Dickinson, #fear, #February, #form, #hope, #pandemic, #regret, #Shakespeare, #shall i compare thee?, #sonnet, #structure, #winter by Lucy Crispin

Cos this month, though it’s short, does seem to go on rather. I do enjoy the early nightfalls of winter, and the pleasure of being cocooned in the heavier-weight duvet, rejoicing in warmth while all outside is cold. But there comes a point when I don’t want to get up in the dark; when I’m tired of wearing clothes that rustle and having my hood up, slithering in mud on my morning walk. So when I discovered this account of ‘February‘ by Bill Christopherson, it resonated. See what you think.

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just say it

Jul 10, 2020 #anxiety, #Astrophil and Stella, #CBT, #courtly love, #fear, #inspiration, #love, #loving in truth and fain in verse my love to show, #quatrain, #Renaissance, #Sidney, #Sir Philip Sidney, #sonnet, #telling the truth, #the Muse, #vulnerability, #writing, #writing poetry by Lucy Crispin

I’m very partial to a sonnet and was delighted, when teaching a course on Renaissance literature some years ago, to have the chance to indulge in some of my favourites. Marking the end-of-course essays, though, I was more dismayed than I can tell you when confronted with the datum that “Orsino puts Olivia on a pedal stool”. In at the ears and out at the pen without having passed through the brain… Think about pedal stools, then, as you read today’s poem, Astrophil and Stella I or ‘Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show‘ by Philip Sidney.

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