Shindig at The Western Monday 16th July Of course it was wet outside but the atmosphere in The Western pub was predictably warm and convivial. Nine Arches Press and Crystal Clear Creators presented another eclectic night of open-mic poetry and suitably chosen guest readings by Robin Vaughan-Williams, Maria Taylor, Alan Baker and Kim Moore. This…
Author: Pam Thompson
I'm a Writer and artist based in Leicester, UK. My poetry publications are 'Spin' (1998, Waldean Press), 'Parting the Ghosts of Salt', (2000, Redbeck Press), 'Show Date and Time'(2006, SmithIDoorstop), 'Hologram' (2008, Sunk Island Publishing) and 'The Japan Quiz' (2008, Redbeck Press).
My second full collection, Strange Fashion, published by Pindrop Press in 2017.
Silent City
/> Work in progress This poem is based on a short film by Keith Allott which records scenes in Leicester between around 10pm at night until around 7am the following morning during one day in January 2012. The poem is an experiment in ekphrasis where the poem is written in response to the visual. It…
The Old
On of my resolutions for 2012 is to resume regular posting on here after my pitiful couple of posts for 2011. I haven’t written much in the past year but must adopt more productive habits for the coming one. The image is of Docklands because I didn’t have a photo of Leicester city centre, at…
21st August 2011
It’s been ages since I posted a poem on ‘Heckle’. Too long. This is for my daughter’s 21st. It’s very much a first draft. 21st August 2011 * In 21 minutes we could have steered a narrow-boat through Saddington Tunnel there and back, the time it takes us to walk across the…
‘Constructed Cities’ and ‘Constructed Landscapes’ by Helen Saunders
I can’t believe it’s been nearly 6 months since I last posted here so I want to change that by writing about an exhibition of digital photography, ‘Constructed Cities’ and ‘Constructed Landscapes’ by Helen Saunders, more specifically about taking part in a writing workshop at Phoenix Arts led by Mark Goodwin where we wrote in response to…
Impossible
#reverb 10 A defining moment from this year… Impossible to choose any one moment moments accumulate into events which heap into what was a skipful of has been somebody’s smile warm hands a poem re-read, luminous hearing passion at the open-mic white wine and ice in three glasses a friend dying in planes, pretending and…
Skinned
reverb#10 New name? Skinned for Ben Call me Bjork. Bee-erk Call me Goddess Call me Icelandic Queen Queen of the polar-bearskin Queen of the scream Call me beserk, befurred, unravelled and together Call me Bjork Bee-erk Unearthly chanteuse Diva unseamed and unhinged Call me her
Journeys
#reverb10 Journeys December Cancelled flights, frozen bikes. Coffee-shops, gluhwein stops. Women trapped in red-lit boxes. November Rather than descend to the pit of the Picadilly Line at Russell Square I’d rather walk to the Tate Modern. Rather than be welded to other bodies in a train I’d rather be soaked to the skin on my…
Revel
#reverb10 Future self. Imagine yourself five years from now. What advice would you give your current self for the year ahead? Revel Do it, don’t fret, the moment nestles; its magic matters, be kind if, where you can. Regret, like snow, alters a landscape, momentarily, then goes. Don’t resolve, take stock. Stop being wise. As if…
What I’ve learnt
#reverb 10 the experience of bus-shelters the melodrama of hair the plasticity of clocks the randomness of hand-cream the adventure of dairy-free the stealth of shoulders the ever-after of apple-cores the fraud of forgiveness
Pam Thompson 
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