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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar -  W B Yeats Poetry Prize details   John Butler Yeats RHA 1839 - 1922 
    Descriptive info: .. The 2013 W B Yeats Poetry Prize for Australia.. Australia.. poetrypr.. ize.. @johnbutl.. eryeatsse.. minar.. com.. Home.. WBYeatsPoetryPrize.. 2012 W B Yeats Poetry Prize Winning Entries.. The Lecturers.. Links.. Bibliography of John Butler Yeats and his son Jack B.. Yeats.. Bad Joyce Essay.. W B Yeats Poetry Prize details.. John Butler Yeats RHA 1839 - 1922.. A line may take us hours.. W B Yeats.. 2015 will be the 150 anniversary of.. the birth of W B Yeats I am seeking.. short essays from anyone with an.. interest in the life, work or.. contemporaries of W B Yeats.. It is my intention to publish the collected essays in a book to commemorate this milestone.. GUIDELINES.. 1200 line maximum.. Submissions required by June 30, 2014.. If you are interested in contributing an essay please email.. poetryprize@johnbutleryeatsseminar.. com.. Maureen E.. Mulvihill s.. review of.. The Only Art of Jack B.. Yeats.. ( A one minute soundtrack opens automatically playing a composition by.. Doug Saum.. ).. The Calumet.. is an on-line Yeats.. D.. iscussion Group.. to  ...   Highly Commended.. John Egan.. Ashfield NSW.. for the poem.. Delphi.. Commended Poems.. (in no particular order).. Richard James Allen.. Surry Hills NSW.. For the girl who fell in love with New York.. or A Visit to my Emotional Museum.. Margaret Klaassen.. Everton Park QLD.. Ties that Bind.. Judy Rafferty.. Toowoomba QLD.. The Motherhood.. There will be a presentation of prizes at.. Collected Works Bookshop.. 1/37Swanston Street Melbourne.. THIS SATURDAY.. 12.. 30 - 1.. 30 PM.. All are welcome!!!.. The poems and the judges reportwill be on this site later this week.. To peruse the 2013 Bad Joyce Essay Competition winning entry.. click here!.. We who care deeply about the arts find ourselves the priesthood of an almost forgotten faith, and we must, I think, if we would win the people again, take upon ourselves the method and fervour.. of a priesthood.. We must be humble and half-proud.. We must baptize as well as preach.. W B Yeats: Ireland and the Arts , 1901.. Copyright 2013 Declan J Foley.. All rights reserved.. Web Hosting by Yahoo!..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar - W B Yeats Poetry Prize (Australia)
    Descriptive info: PayPal.. Other Australian Poetry Prizes.. 2011 Judges' Report.. 2012 Judges' Report.. W B Yeats Poetry Prize (Australia).. The W B Yeats Poetry Prize for Australian Poets.. is now accepting entries for the 2013 Prize.. Closing date is December 31, 2013.. First Prize AU $500.. 00.. Runner up Prize AU $75.. Commendation Certificates.. The Poetry Prize is open to residents of Australia.. for previously unpublished poems.. The winning prizes will announced.. on St.. Patrick s Day March 17.. Entries will be judged by.. Dr Heather Sebo A.. N.. Other.. RULES.. # Where entries are submitted by snail mail:.. to be typed on one side of paper.. and three (3) copies provided.. # NO identification of author on the poem.. # Name, address and contact details on.. a seperate page.. # 50 line maximum limit.. # Open style.. # Entries may be submitted via email:.. in a Word doc1997 -2003.. or Pdf document to.. To pay with PayPal please click on.. WBYeats PoetryPrize at top of page and select.. PayPal in  ...   Berwick, Victoria 3806.. Entrants providing an Email address will recieve notification of the.. results by email.. The W B Yeats Poetry Prize reserves the right to.. publish the Winning and Commended poems.. in a printed report and on this website.. Copyright remains with poet.. For further information please send email to:.. or.. declanfoley2@gmail.. Poetry Competition Convenor.. Declan Foley.. The Judge s.. Heather Sebo.. completed a Masters (Monash University, 1966) and Phd (University of Melbourne, 2007) in Classical Myth and Literature, with a specialization in Greek Drama.. She lectures at Melbourne and Latrobe Universities and is a frequent guest speaker at many different venues, including the National Gallery of Victoria.. The W B Yeats Poetry.. Prize for Australia began.. in 1996.. We.. look forward to.. many great poems.. being entered.. for the 2013 Prize.. St.. Patrick s Day has.. been the traditional date.. to announce the winners.. of the.. First and Second Prize.. The winning entrants are.. notified by phone or.. email immediately.. the result is made known.. to the convenor..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar -  Read the Judges' Report for the 2012 Yeats Poetry Prize
    Descriptive info: Commended Entries 2012.. Read the Judges Report.. for the 2012 Yeats Poetry Prize.. The 2012 Yeats Poetry Prize attracted.. 141 entries.. which were all of a very high standard.. Congratulations to.. Kilda Victoria.. on being awarded.. The 2012 First Prize of $500.. 00 and a Certificate.. for her poem.. Restitution.. Like the slender masts of deserted ships, shrugged of their meagre rigging,.. The gum trees shoulder the alpine wind, point accusingly at the bruising skies,.. At the very air that gave passage to their baptism,.. And lean their burnt bodies, like black exclamations against a floor of white.. The forest should be in a winter sleep, but the scourge of flames has left the trees bereft,.. And where they would be slumbering they stand hollow, in haunting desecration.. Draped with the tattered scarves of peeling bark, their shed skin makes a loose curtain.. That rattles a death knell in the birdless air, in the feverish chill of wind.. That creeps between their lean-to frames and waves the sheaves of bark.. Above a delicate seam of fallen snow, like a thrown quilt.. A snap of dry wood resonates like a cracked knuckle in the hushed landscape,..  ...   they seem to huddle in the rigorous cold,.. Their forlorn remains petrified by the char and lick of flames,.. Reduced to residue and amputated limbs, in attitudes of horror and indignation.. In the hush of the alpine doldrums, these ships masts make no journey,.. Their dun, unclad limbs stiff and parched in this barren arboreal grave.. Lonely stanchions mark the ruins of the forest now, cutting into a rim of sky,.. Their pitch skeletons gaunt and harried, stark against the winter chill.. The forest is dead; yet, at the ravaged feet of trees there springs a stalwart foliage.. On tender shoots of green, their leaves twining hopefully on slender wrists of Eucalypt,.. In reverence at the grave of their guardians, peering from snowy burrows.. At the lofty heights to which their being makes them aspire.. From the ashes, the saplings begin their restitution, to flourish and endure as the seasons pass,.. To reach for the high canopy as the decades unfold, and to be crowned again.. Their journey has barely begun, but in veneration for their fallen kings,.. From the shivering ground their clamour rises: the forest is dead, long live the forest.. (Lake Mountain)..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar - The Lecturers
    Descriptive info: Professor Nicholas Allen.. is Moore Institute Professor at NUI Galway.. He is writing a cultural history of 1916 and its impact on modernism for Cambridge University Press, and editing Ernie O Malley s later letters and papers with Cormac O Malley.. His other books are.. Modernism, Ireland and Civil War.. (Cambridge University Press, 2009) and.. George Russell and the New Ireland.. (Four Courts, 2003).. Nicholas Allen is editor of.. That Other Island.. (2007), with Eve Patten, Gerald Dawe s.. The Proper Word.. (2007) and.. The Cities of Belfast.. (2003), with Aaron Kelly.. He leads the Galway strand of Texts, Contexts, Cultures, a graduate programme run in association with Trinity College Dublin and University College Cork, and has supervisory interests in the broad range of twentieth century Irish literature, history and art.. Eileen Egan-Mack.. A New York State resident, Eileen earned her BA and MS at the State University of New York at Plattsburgh.. She has pursued dual careers in education and in the arts.. As an educator she has been a speech therapist, adjunct professor, nursery school teacher, and gifted/talented teacher, working with young children to young adults.. Her singing career has ranged from classical to jazz, from folk to folk/blues/rock working with pianists, guitarists, organists, and bands.. Eileen came to know John Butler Yeats friend, Jeanne Robert Foster, when she purchased ADIRONDACK PORTRAITS: A PIECE OF TIME, by J.. R.. Foster.. Eileen immediately realized that these stories needed to be read aloud to live audiences so they could share in the discovery of this extraordinary woman, and thus began a mission to weave stories,songs, and Jeanne s own words into a masterful performance piece, Voice of the Mountains: Jeanne Robert Foster, An Adirondack Legacy.. Eileen has taken this show throughout the New York State and the Adirondacks to schools and libraries.. It has been well received at Union College, SUNY and North Country Community College, among others and the show even translated well in Austin, Texas, a world away from the Adirondack Mountains, demonstrating that the stories have universal appeal.. She presented the program at a previous JBY Seminar in Chestertown, NY and in 2007, she participated again with Jeanne s biographer, Richard Londraville, in a presentation of poems Professor Londraville composed in the style of Jeanne Robert Foster.. She is honored to be a part of his year s seminar at Trinity College, Dublin.. With the show s revisions to reflect more about the cosmopolitan life of JRF, Eileen.. is looking to carry Jeanne s story even farther afield.. Dublin,Ireland is a great new beginning.. Dr.. Nicola Gordon Bowe.. is Associate Fellow, Faculty of Visual Culture, NCAD; Research Fellow, University of Wales;.. Visiting Professor, School of Art Design, University of Ulst.. er.. Cathy Fagan.. received her PhD.. In English Literature from the Graduate Center of the City University of New York, with a concentration in American Studies.. A long-time visitor of the Adirondack “North Country,” Dr.. Fagan discovered Jeanne Robert Foster in the early 1990’s, hearing her poetry and seeing photos of her loveliness in the Schroon Lake movie theater, predicated by Noel Riedinger Johnson’s 1986 publication of Adirondack Portraits: A Piece of Time.. Her fascination with Foster’s life and work led to Dr.. Fagan’s doctorate on Jeanne Robert Foster: “The Excitement of an Afternoon Call.. ” Involvement with Foster leads to fascination with the Yeats family and the great artists of the Irish Literary Renaissance and of the world of John Quinn and the great modernist art movement.. While her work as the English Writing Placement Coordinator at Nassau Community College (Long Island, New York) centers on developmental composition and literacy, Dr.. Fagan continues to read about, study, and discuss Foster and friends and has been associated  ...   works of Samuel Beckett, among them.. Rockaby.. and.. Ohio Impromptu.. , which she performed throughout Ireland.. Most recently she has played Maurya in Synge’s.. Riders to the.. Sea, and Madge in Brian Friel’s.. Philadelphia.. , Here I Come!.. She has also toured extensively in the one-woman play.. Coole Lady: The Extraordinary Life of Lady Gregory.. , which she performed to much acclaim Off-Broadway and on three tours of Ireland and the UK.. Her performances of the Holocaust memoir,.. , at the Belfast International Festival and in England have been widely celebrated.. Hilary Pyle.. is Yeats Curator Emeritus at the National Gallery of Ireland.. Biographer of Jack B.. Yeats and author of the definitive catalogue.. raisonné of his works, as well as biographer of James Stephens, Susan L.. Mitchell, and many publications and articles internationally on Irish art and Anglo-Irish Literature.. Past President of the Friends of the National Collections of Ireland, Past President of the Association of Iconographers of Ireland.. Elected HRHA (Hon.. Royal Hibernian Academician) 2000; Hon.. Litt (NUI) June 2004.. Her major works on the Yeats family are:.. Jack B.. Yeats: a Biography; Jack B.. Yeats in the National Gallery of Ireland; Jack B.. Yeats: A Catalogue.. Raisonné of the oil Paintings; Jack B.. Yeats:his Watercolours, Drawings and Pastels; The Different Worlds of Jack B.. Yeats:his Cartoons and Illustrations; Yeats: Portrait of an Artistic Family;.. Cesca s Diary 1913 -.. 1916:Where Art and Nationalism Meet -.. the life and personal journals of Sadbh Trinseach, Artist and Nationalist.. John Purser.. is now a crofter on The Isle of Skye.. He was the first manager of the Scottish Music Information Centre 1985-7 and a trustee of The John Muir Trust 2001-4.. He is author of.. The Literary Works of Jack B.. (1991) and regularly lectures on Yeats s literary work.. John has been associated with the previous two JBY Seminars.. Doug Saum.. is a former English teacher residing in Reno NV USA with his wife, Judith, and their two cats, Iko and Jokomo.. His master s thesis is titled William Butler Yeats: A Dialectical Analysis.. In 1996 he began, with a coterie of Reno musicians and singers, to put the poems of W.. B.. Yeats to Saum s original music.. His Everlasting Yeats Project, as he calls it, is two-thirds done with the following CD releases complete: First Songs: Lullabies for Ireland, The Rose @ the Crossway, The Wind, the Reeds, and the Seven Woods, Responsibilities, and Youth and Age.. Still to be recorded are: Words for Music, Upon a Golden Bough, and Last Songs.. When completed Saum will have put approximately two-hundred and fifty Yeats pieces to song.. As human culture continues its unprecedented changes, I want to do my bit to make the magical words of W B Yeats accessible to people who might never pick them up in a book, and hopefully enhance appreciation of the poems for those who know them.. Civilizations were let down from heaven in the dawn of history,.. and we find the laws of Moses and Manu and other primitives all whispers from heaven to earth.. Then kings began to put themselves in place of heaven, and after the kings came the aristocracies, and after the aristocracies the oligarchies of the wealthy, and now there appears a place in the sun for the average man moulding his own destiny in harmony with his neighbours,and that is what the world has long awaited and been in travail to get, and if we can inspire Irishmen in this fever of the world to co-operate, to work together to save their country, we may make Ireland a country worth living in ….. Æ, ‘Notes of the Week’,.. The Irish Homestead.. 19 May 1917, pp.. 588–9..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar - Links
    Descriptive info: Subscribe to.. Humanities in Melbourne.. The future of history, philosophy and literature.. The Sligo Yeats Society and.. Yeats International Summer School.. The Yeats Society of New York.. THE iYEATS.. POETRY COMPETITION (Sligo).. The Lilliput Press Dublin.. publishers of.. The Only Art.. Letters of John Butler Yeats to.. his son Jack B.. The Book Depository free International shipping.. Sligo Today news online.. http://dutchwall.. com/..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar - Bibliography of John Butler Yeats and his son Jack B. Yeats
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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar - Bad Joyce Essay
    Descriptive info: The Bad Joyce Essay Competition is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.. Entries closed June 1, 2013.. the baddesest entry came from Senor Liam Guilar of Labrador Queensland OZ (not to be confused with Labrador in Canada or the Phillipines or the.. woof woof/bow wow).. what follows is wot he writid.. Jay s son and the Fish Herman.. By J.. Winebar.. Yes, G O logical, harmed with prick and stammers, is evacuating my fallacious period, hoping to find dinner saucers.. Back then I was on the royal road to the sub-constable, running from the veryneesy, anal trickcyclist, Siggy, who was arrested for a fraudlent slit.. G.. O I says, says I, while nostalgicating alcofrolickally over a few leers in pubelick louse:.. q) Cans t shell me eggs acterly what eventumanated?.. a) Whilst imprisonyated by the sub-constuble, under subsection fifty spew, parachute 3, sub selection hive of the indecency fact, inside the sub-vestibule he did endite a tome, hight, in the vernacular, The interpolation of creams exonerating his fraudamunt slit.. And fleeced us all for gold.. q) Ah G.. O me dear, have some cold cheese, slurp your grin bionic and tell to me in words spain and dimple of the subconstabo hoo buouillion.. Where id ego?.. a)Whack his folderol he diddled on the rocky road to bubbling, from galway s green bay to swine dark tea.. q) You can t pig snore ham, canoe? But doing what, tell me tell me.. Give me the goss.. a) well, as I ve heard it said, he was burning hairs all the way.. q)That and that alone?.. a)Nah, he wanted to arrestimacate a deviant old fish  ...   other, not his father or his mother or his sister or his brother, the desired, to him, termination of his endless vagabondation, of his up goings and down comings, on his hay down treaders across ridges and cwms, his wadings through streams, his weddings through corn, his windings through sheds and beds and streets and sheets, his lookings and his lostings, his hopings and gropings, his endless leavings and arrivings?.. a)Merely to osculate.. Repeatedly, when he finally came to hour town, after a dinner of the good roast beef, against her ruby slips, and to fondle her digitals with his phone.. Jason I d not walk all the way to fork for that, I d be interpolating creams to be sure eye wood I d want to see her very dinner saucers and fondle her blooms day after day.. Time said the barmanminder, time, Yes says I, to G.. O, Yes.. write the best bad joyce essay to.. win a $50 voucher to use at.. Collected Works Bookshop.. 1/37 Swanston Street Melbourne.. Some Rules.. Write, type or scribble on a piece of paper not more than 500 words of fun and mockery.. a la.. Mr Joyce.. The only thing sacred is the entry fee of $5.. Submit your gibberish in the mail to.. The Bad Joyce Competition.. 6 Samuel Close, Berwick, Victoria 3806.. please make cheque/money order payable to the W B Yeats Poetry Prize.. alternatively email to.. badjoyce@johnbutleryeatssemina.. r.. and pay by.. Paypal.. Other Rules.. Sign your entry with a nom de plume, alias or false name.. whatever you do include your real name and address seperately..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar - Congratulations to Robert Verdon Ainslie ACT on being awarded The 2012 Second Prize $75. 00 and Certificate for his poem  the homeless on holiday          cold, simple stories told as we hitch laughing witch-like         down dark highway ravines         hewn into the heartwood             of the land;          hush! in the moonlit valley, we huddle at midnight,         gazing back, each of us ragged as an old broom;         chiselled out of mist, the brooding range,         perched on a dust-mote of eternity,         walls us up;              we shamble via Candelo for the coast  to spin out on Merimbula beach,  that magic crescent button fastening earth and sea,               glittering under the gibbous moon,         half a k down from the cliffside mansions,         dreaming and cold          as we pass--               the small girl is bullied, by the deep water               into which she is frightened to jump: fierce, familiar fire licks at my heart,                they do not know you, precious stranger         nor our road to the false dawn empty as the dole,          to the New Jerusalem          then it is morning         tiaras of light in a tall sky         a racing rustle in the coast-scrub,         snake or possum or fugitive;          smoking, coughing, nibbling at seaweed,         we retell our stories like superannuated socialists         as the sun bloodies the sea:         the wind casts Lilliputian volleys,              the tide licks our toes, may yet baptise our long, dry shadows on the moulting sandhills; beneath the crown-of-thorns cloudmass,            stories weave breath into shelter            round a faltering fire of driftwood,            stories            cold and simple            that dwell like angels, within ourselves, alone--         like wave-wash, like surf-hiss, like justice ...                                     
    Descriptive info: Congratulations.. to.. Robert Verdon.. Ainslie ACT.. The 2012 Second Prize $75.. 00 and Certificate.. for his poem.. the homeless on holiday.. cold.. ,.. simple stories.. told as we hitch laughing witch-like.. down dark highway ravines.. hewn into the heartwood.. of the land;.. hush! in the moonlit valley, we huddle at midnight,.. gazing back, each of us ragged as an old broom;.. chiselled out of mist, the brooding range,.. perched on a dust-mote of eternity,.. walls us up;.. we shamble via Candelo for the coast.. to spin out on Merimbula beach,.. that magic crescent button fastening earth and sea,.. glittering under the gibbous moon,.. half a k down from  ...   stranger.. nor our road to the false dawn empty as the dole,.. to the New Jerusalem.. then it is morning.. tiaras of light in a tall sky.. a racing rustle in the coast-scrub,.. snake or possum or fugitive;.. smoking, coughing, nibbling at seaweed,.. we retell our stories like superannuated socialists.. as the sun bloodies the sea:.. the wind casts Lilliputian volleys,.. the tide licks our toes, may yet baptise.. our long, dry shadows on the moulting sandhills;.. beneath the crown-of-thorns cloudmass,.. stories weave breath into shelter.. round a faltering fire of driftwood,.. stories.. cold and simple.. that dwell like angels, within ourselves, alone--.. like wave-wash, like surf-hiss, like justice..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar -  Congratulations to  John Egan  Ashfield NSW  on being awarded  A Highly Commended Certificate for his poem              Delphi Stand on Oomphalos,navel of the world. Here the Pheistos Valley dizzies down to amphitheatres of stone and air and space.  The Mind empties to a canyon  -- a staircase for giants and the drama of dreams, brief comedies of birth and life, tragedies of age and death, hewn in rock and acted here on the earth's central stage and in the world below with the huge silence of years.  The foot of Mount Parnassus, a step of almost level ground, remnants of the temple to Apollo, ruined god of the ruined sun.  On this ridge, cliff and air alone, three doric columns like a sign, the remains of rock built on rock, raised in the arms of the world that hang above the world.  The Sybil's Rock, daughter to the mysteries of then and now and the mysteries of the future - the great hollowness of years to come. The  priestess plunges down through creation's mind and myth to where the belly of the earth still sings to us in oracles that riddle our lives like truth.
    Descriptive info: John Egan.. Ashfield NSW.. A Highly Commended Certificate.. Delphi.. Stand on Oomphalos,.. navel of the world.. Here the Pheistos Valley.. dizzies down to amphitheatres.. of stone and air and space.. The Mind.. empties to a canyon --.. a staircase for giants.. and the drama of dreams,.. brief comedies of birth and life,.. tragedies of age and death,.. hewn in rock and acted here.. on the earth s central stage.. and in the world below.. with the huge silence of years.. The foot of Mount Parnassus,.. a  ...   this ridge, cliff and air alone,.. three doric columns like a sign,.. the remains of rock.. built on rock, raised.. in the arms of the world.. that hang above the world.. The Sybil s Rock, daughter.. to the mysteries of then and now.. and the mysteries of the future -.. the great hollowness of years to come.. The priestess plunges down.. through creation s mind and myth.. to where the belly of the earth.. still sings to us in oracles.. that riddle our lives like truth..

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  • Title: John Butler Yeats Seminar -  Congratulations to the following Poets on receiving Commended Certificates for their work. The Awards are not in any particular orderCongratulations to Richard James Allen Surry Hills NSW for his poem          For the girl who fell in love with New York                or A Visit to My Emotional Museum                        You turned my head,                       and then you turned my body,                       and then you turned my heart.                         I wasn't planning on turning,                       but you did it, anyway. And                       now you have me spinning                         like a weather vane on top                       of a building                       in which so many lovers                          have lived and died,                       but has long since                       been torn down and all                         memory of it lost,                       in the dusty bound ledgers                       of old Manhattan.                         I know that in the future                       your storm front has already passed                       like a tornado dancing over that endlessly                         syncopating skyline. And in the lull                       that follows I have forgotten you. Or,                       if not forgotten, then at least                         tempered your effects on my sense                       of time and space. But even now, in this                       moment of apparent rhythmic                         predictability, entropy is                       gaining ground on the                      momentum of my turning, and I am                         losing detail of your name and                      face, the contours of the form                       you have taken in this body.                         But this is not farewell,                      for you have left a souvenir, a                      momento,                         a memory of your                      winds - circumperambulating                       a tiny, improbable                         moving part within me -                       a whirling figure in an ancient                       miniature                         clock that marks the hours                       deep in the ever-darkening archives                       of my museum of forgotten time. Congratulations toMargaret KlaassenEverton Park QLDfor her poem TIES THAT BIND Like a pilgrim returning  The child runs to her Grandmother,  "See what I've got!"   They share her collection  Touching the smoothness of bone  Bleached white on barnacled rock  A pinecone crimped like swim-wet hair  A handful of blush white scallop shells  Ridged like her grandmother's toenails  The smooth vulval lips of a cowrie  A purple pumice stone blown  From earth's fiery core  When Buderim Mountain birthed  The lost leg of a crab its fringe dark  Against its orange carapace,  Like curls on a sunburned freckled face.   She sits by her Grandmother  Soaking her bunions in a rock pool  Wrinkled old feet that have walked far  Now temporarily free of stockings  Brown lisle un-suspendered  The Child laughs and soaks her tanned feet  Her toes teasing anemones.  Grandmother creams the child's face,  "Look after your skin - it is beautiful"  Then she tied the straw hat  On the child's head  Her knotted fingers crocheting loveTies that Bind  is a tribute to my grandmother who encouraged me 'to see the world' during our walks along the silky sandy white beach at Mooloolaba.  Congratulations to Judy RaffertyToowoomba QLD for her poem THE MOTHERHOOD  I did not know that she was there. An ancient woman dormant within the moist darkness of my being.Waiting, until the heartbeat of my foetus roused her. She whispered to me, quietly at first.And I refused to listen, to believe that I too would hang upon a mother's cross, crucified by love for my children. I ignored her, the crone, her body spent and empty. In my darkness, I buried her deeper. This unknown archetype of motherhood, not round and fecund but bent and weary.  Once roused she stayed, unheeded unacknowledged. With a mother's skill in staying, stubbornly in caring, determinedly. She has grown with my children. Uninvited she has taken the place they are leaving as they tear their bodies and minds from mine.   Now I am making a space for her. I let her look out of my eyes .and put on my glasses to help her to see better. Together we look at my children, the thieves of my love.   We watch them barging into adulthood. See them sliding into life's tangle of lust and love. The time to demand, to berate, to teach is past. Her warning bony hand constricts my throat. The other pushes painfully against my heart.  She beckons me back towards myself,spent and emptied by the task of creation. And in the child free silence I see her An age wrinkled mother body, housing acceptance and humility, dignity and wisdom. Cautiously I pin the heavy badge of motherhood to my sagging breast.    
    Descriptive info: Congratulations to the following Poets on receiving.. Commended Certificates for their work.. The Awards are not in any particular order.. Congratulations to.. Surry Hills NSW for his poem.. For.. the girl who fell in love with New York.. or A Visit to My Emotional Museum.. You turned my head,.. and.. then you turned my body,.. then you turned my heart.. I wasn t planning on turning,.. but you did it, anyway.. And.. now.. you have me spinning.. like a weather vane on top.. of a building.. in which so many lovers.. have lived and died,.. but has long since.. been torn down and all.. memory of it lost,.. in the dusty bound ledgers.. of old Manhattan.. I know that in the future.. your storm front has already passed.. like a tornado dancing over that endlessly.. syncopating skyline.. And in the lull.. that.. follows I have forgotten you.. Or,.. if not forgotten, then at least.. tempered your effects on my sense.. of time and space.. But even now, in this.. moment.. of apparent rhythmic.. predictability,.. entropy is.. gaining ground.. on the.. momentum of my turning, and I am.. losing detail of your name and.. face.. ,.. the contours of the form.. you have taken in this body.. But.. this is not farewell,.. for you have left a souvenir, a.. momento.. a memory.. of your.. winds.. - circumperambulating.. a tiny, improbable.. moving part within me -.. a whirling figure in an ancient.. miniature.. clock that marks the hours.. deep in the ever-darkening archives.. of my museum of forgotten time.. Margaret Klaassen.. Everton Park QLD.. TIES THAT BIND.. Like a pilgrim returning.. The child runs to her Grandmother,.. See what I ve got!.. They share her collection..  ...   that Bind.. is a tribute to my grandmother who encouraged me to see the world during our walks along the silky sandy white beach at Mooloolaba.. Toowoomba QLD.. THE MOTHERHOOD.. I did not know that she was there.. An ancient woman.. dormant within the moist darkness of my being.. Waiting,.. until the heartbeat of my foetus.. roused her.. She whispered to me, quietly at first.. And I refused to listen, to believe.. that I too would hang upon a mother s cross,.. crucified by love for my children.. I ignored her,.. the crone, her body spent and empty.. In my darkness, I buried her deeper.. This unknown archetype of motherhood,.. not round and fecund but bent and weary.. Once roused she stayed,.. unheeded unacknowledged.. With a mother s skill in staying, stubbornly.. in caring, determinedly.. She has grown with my children.. Uninvited she has taken the place they are leaving.. as they tear their bodies and minds from mine.. Now I am making a space for her.. I let her look out of my eyes.. and put on my glasses to help her to see better.. Together we look at my children,.. the thieves of my love.. We watch them barging into adulthood.. See them sliding into life s tangle of lust and love.. The time to demand, to berate, to teach is past.. Her warning bony hand constricts my throat.. The other pushes painfully against my heart.. She beckons me back towards myself,.. spent and emptied by the task of creation.. And in the child free silence I see her.. An age wrinkled mother body,.. housing acceptance and humility, dignity and wisdom.. Cautiously I pin the heavy badge of motherhood to my sagging breast..

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    Descriptive info: PayPal entry Fees.. You may pay your entry fee(s) for the W B Yeats Poetry Prize via this secure PayPal page.. W B Yeats 2013 Poetry Prize for Australia.. Entry fee for first Poem is $8.. 50.. Additional poems are $5.. 50 per each additional poem.. If you would like to make a small donation towards the running of the W B Yeats Poetry Prize it would be greatly appreciated..

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