It's hard to imagine a more picturesque setting for a poetry reading than the Old English Garden in Battersea Park. Here, on Saturday and Sunday afternoon, I read some of my garden themed poems as part of Thrive's Chelsea Fringe Festival week of events. The weather was kind to me, with warm sunshine breaking through …
Author: Hilaire
I am a writer of poetry and prose. I was born and brought up in Melbourne but have lived in London most of my adult life.
thrilled to be Thriving
For the second year in a row, the Poetry School has teamed up with Open Garden Squares Weekend to offer mini residencies in London parks and gardens to emerging poets. Last year, my residency never quite got off the ground, so I'm delighted that this year I've been matched up with Thrive in Battersea Park. …
birdwatching in Battersea
The plane trees outside my window are still bare. But they are visited regularly by a pair of birds I think I have successfully identified as magpies. I've checked both my Michelin I-Spy Birds book and Hamlyn nature guides' Birds. The latter describes the magpie's call as a hard, rapid rattling 'sha-sha-sha-shak'. I've heard this …
Melbourne, Berlin, London, Coventry & Beirut
Poetry can take you to many places. On Wednesday night we travelled to all these cities without leaving the discomfort of the Poetry Café's infamous orange plastic chairs. I was one of four invited readers at South Bank Poetry magazine's First Wednesday event, along with Norbert Hirschhorn, Peter Raynard and Amy McAllister. The time allotted …
Continue reading Melbourne, Berlin, London, Coventry & Beirut
baths, bananas, bluebells
If you ever doubted the variety of erotic expression, take a peek inside The Emma Press's Mildly Erotic Verse anthology. The expanded second edition was launched on Wednesday night upstairs at the Betsey Trotwood. Outside, it was pretty nippy. Inside, the gaggle of poets and poetry lovers was soon casting aside coats and basking in …
rhythm and balance
or balance and rhythm. Two key elements in any good piece of writing. And thinking about time, how I use it, how to structure it, I realise this is what I'm aiming for: rhythm and balance. I'm resistant to timetables. The word 'routine' gives me the horrors. But balance and rhythm — yes, these feel …
January poetry jamboree
Poets, it seems, don't hibernate. The first couple of weeks of 2016 have been jam-packed with poetry events and I've managed to squeeze in a few, despite a visit from the sinusitis fairy. My personal poetry fest kicked off before the new year, with two poems published in Ol' Chanty online. The issue also includes …
pale green fingers
Gardens and gardening have been a bit of a them this year. There was the Poetry School's Mixed Borders scheme, which didn't quite work out for me, and my continuing involvement with my local community roof garden. That involvement always felt rather timid and tentative to me, all tied up with my own insecurities and …
this rose
This rose knows nothing about Paris, Raqqa, global pain. This rose is silent. It is a wordless song of colour and perfume. This rose is not aware of climate change. It blooms when it is ready. Mid November - why not? This rose grows on a rooftop in Battersea. When the garden is shut it …
not at Aldeburgh
It's the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival this weekend. Anyone who is Anybody in the Poetry World will be there. Or most of the Somebodies, anyway. I imagine. I'm not there. I'm not going. I have been to Aldeburgh - for the music festival, a couple of years ago. But the Poetry Festival clashes with my birthday, …
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