Peterloo Poets

Poetry Publishers 1972 - 2009

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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The Planet Iceland



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Poems by Elsa Corbluth


Elsa Corbluth lives alone in deepest Dorset. She has visited Iceland, where her son now lives, many times. Her three grandchildren were born in Iceland and now live in America. Her daughter, Eilidh, died in a fire, aged 18, and is the subject of Elsa Corbluth's first collection, St. Patrick's Night, (Peterloo Poets, 1988) which was highly praised. The title poem of that collection, “Dirge For St. Patrick's Night”, won joint 1st prize in the 1981 Cheltenham Festival Poetry Competition.

Elsa Corbluth has won a number of other national poetry prizes, including 1st prize in the Bridport Poetry Competition in both 1979 and 1981. The Planet Iceland, her second long overdue collection, is in the nature of a Selected.


New Year Villanelle 1991

On refuse day we put out plastics bags,
The blades of tinsel and the paper stars,
The broken cracker toys, the bones and rags.

Twelfth Night. Eleventh hour. Announcer nags,
Between the tinkling tunes and crowd hurrahs,
While we put out our plastic rubbish bags.

Near ultimatum day our grim hope sags
While each decisive voice discussion bars
And broken action men and bones and rags

Come on our mental screens. Each short day drags
Its red stain down and celebration mars.
The military get their body bags.

No doubt there's a supply of numbered tags.
Civilians try on gas masks. Armoured cars
Rehearse on sand their play of bones and rags.

What are disasters, and which merely snags?
Shortage of plastics, fewer private cars?
We wait to welcome home the body bags,
Our broken futures, scraps of bone, charred rags.


Price 7.95 per copy post free (5.30 post free to Associate Members)
Cover illustration: the painting "Will my Boats Row out to Sea Today?" by Johannes S. Kjarval, Icelandic Artist.
Publication: SUMMER 2002 (70 pages laminated paperback)