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We are sorry to announce the death of John Whitworth 11.12.1945 to 20.04.19
Many of you will know John was a well loved and respected member of the Peterloo Poets “family” in its day and was a staunch Peterloo Poets supporter over the years.

The funeral will take place at Barham Crematorium Chapel at 12:40pm on Wednesday 22nd May
Barham Crematorium (CT4 6QU) is 9.6 miles (a 20 minute drive) from Canterbury, using the A2 to Dover.
No flowers, please, but any donations would be appreciated, in John’s name, to: Pilgrim’s Hospice, 56 London Road, Canterbury, Kent, CT2 8JA or online at www.pilgrimshospices.org







 Following his editorship of the poetry magazine Phoenix (1958 - 1975), Harry Chambers founded Peterloo Poets in Manchester in 1972.
Peterloo’s first two full collections published in 1976 were Elma Mitchell’s The Poor Man in the Flesh and Edmond Leo Wright’s The Horwich Hennets. Peterloo Poets went on to publish 240 volumes of poetry.


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BEWICK, Elizabeth

As Good as Salt

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1904324339

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7.95

Drysdale,-Between-Dryden-&-04

AS GOOD AS SALT
Poems by Elizabeth Bewick

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Elizabeth Bewick was born in Seaham Harbour, County Durham, in 1919 and enjoyed a successful career in librarianship, specialising in library work with children. She moved to Hampshire in 1961 to set up the School Library Service. Now long retired, she has lived for over 35 years in a centuries-old brick and flint cottage in Winchester where she has been active in poetry circles. Her published volumes are: Comfort Me with Apples, a collection of 20 poems in a limited, bound, slip-cased edition of 135 copies with wood engravings by Graham Williams and an introduction by Kevin Crossley-Holland (Florin Press, 1987); Heartsease (Peterloo,1991) and Making a Roux (Peterloo, 2000).

"If you've not met her work before, these poems will make the writer very real to you. To describe Bewick's poems as leisurely, thoughtful, reminiscing, would be to say something that is true about them; the poems often evoke a world long gone, or vivid moments of joy or pain or grief. But they are also sharp, insightful, mercilessly straight (about herself, as well as circumstances). She faces passion, hatred, ecstasy with equal firmness, unafraid of 'bawdy poems near the bone' or of the clarity of a feeling response to beauty, of landscape or of snow.

These poems are honest, with the experience of years behind them, years of uncompromising fidelity to the best in human experience and endeavour. There is wit, compassion, tenderness, and challenge here, and above all great courage. This is a long rewarding collection by a reliable truth teller."
U.A. Fanthorpe on As Good as Salt.

"Elizabeth Bewick commands a number of poetic forms, but whether she is writing a sonnet or a villanelle or writing in 'free verse' her voice is immediately recognisable. It has an emotional fullness and vulnerability, which may in part be accounted for by the following words which she wrote about herself: 'Falling literally madly in love at over sixty was both a shock and a delight and resulted in a number of love poems'. She is, indeed, a remarkable love poet."
Jeremy Hooker on As Good as Salt.

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Young Woman On A Swing

I found it with his treasures when he died:
a sepia photograph, its edges curled,
young woman on a swing, grave, steady-eyed.

All his own work, why did he need to hide
her likeness from the still incurious world?
I found it with his treasures when he died.

A classic pose, head proud and turned aside
as if she read the future there unfurled,
young woman on a swing, grave, steady-eyed.

I doubt she let him take her for a ride,
real or imagined, as her long skirt swirled;
I found her with his treasures when he died.

Until the day when she became his bride
he was too shy to dance, nor even whirled
his woman on a swing, grave, steady-eyed.

She never crossed him and she never lied,
he was her life, the focus of her world;
I found her with his treasures when he died:
my mother on a swing, grave, steady-eyed.

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AS GOOD AS SALT
Price 7.95 per copy post free (5.30 post free to Associate Members)
Cover illustration: "View from Fortuneswell, Portland" (acrylic) © Sylvia Miles
Publication: JUNE 2006 – paperback edition