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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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GILL, Frances

I Could Not Interpret The Spring



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Poems by Frances Gill


Frances Gill writes: ‘I was born in Kent, lived in the Far East and West Indies, worked as a Librarian and a Nurse. I published short stories, articles and verse. Once on a visit to a museum I was impressed by an elderly, infirm woman who dominated those about her. For the first time I was aware of and interested in old people. This experience, together with memories of hospital years, surfaced much later in poetry. I do not regard myself as a poet, but as someone who occasionally writes a poem.’

I Could Not Interpret The Spring brings together the best of Frances Gill’s poems on the theme of the elderly. Some of these poems first appeared in Poetry Review, New Statesman and the Arts Council Anthology New Poetry 3.


The Down Line

The years were crossing in his brain.
He waited as if were only late
and would appear, through pines
And frost and October trees,
Striking brightness from the ground;
Sparking down its private lane
To the signal stop.

Passengers were clipped away.
Mailbags, papers and fish laid down;
Carriages sank into heather and fern.
In platform gardens ice flowers grow
To minimal stars;
At the signal stop the lamps unburn.

He speaks of this.
Of lanterns and flags, engines with names
Gone down the line.
Holding my hand, seems not to know
I now hold his.


Price 4.95 per copy post free (3.30 post free to Associate Members)
Cover illustration: Jane Ward
Publication: 1984 (32 pages laminated paperback)