I have been a member of the Highgate Poets for 24 years. The Poets are one of the longest running poetry societies in the UK. We have produced 26 anthologies since the society was founded in 1977. We meet on the first Sunday of the month in each others' houses to workshop new poems. The society has rigorous entry requirements and most of our poets are award winning published poets.
Urban Harvest is the latest anthology from the Highgate Poets, published in December 2012. The Poets will be giving a series of readings to launch the anthology in 2013 including a reading in Camden and reading at the Torriano Meeting House on April 28th, where I will be one of the poets appearing.
La Cimetière, St Paul de Vence
for Marc Chagall
Belarusian but later known as French
you chose this quiet churchyard,
a Jewish son in a hilltop village;
the sky, the Mediterranean, the blue.
Your tombstone gleams in the Provence sun
flat and white under a cypress tree,
sentinel to the God of Vitebsk;
the goat, the bride, the narrow muddy lane.
Each morning your father read the Bible
stories flowed like angels on Jacob’s ladder
until you spun the words in colour;
wedding white, cool moss green, the serpent’s cunning skin.
On the tomb we leave a stone for tradition
mark that we have been here.
Then we walk back down the steep lane
and wait for the evening bus.
© Miriam Halahmy
‘Foulest and most cruel’
The killing of Nancy : ‘ Oliver Twist’ Dickens
Unspeakable, oh shut the dog!
Take the sun and block it out
But not the gun, a blasted sound
If she cries out, if they hear,
So beat down hard and hide your eyes
Beat down hard, club the head
Smash and grab and hide your face
Too dreadful, God, to look upon
The coward way, the bloodied bone
The pitted skull, the crumpled eye
Oh shut the dog, its scrabbled paws
This not her face beneath the rug.
© Miriam Halahmy