I forgot to mention – I had a poem accepted for the latest Best Of Manchester Poets anthology. That means I’ve had a poem in each collection. Poems are judged anonymously.
This year’s poem is called Tsetse Rat. It’s one of my favourites of all I have written: it was inspired by the sight of a dead rat at the bus stop.
If you happen to be in and around Manchester tomorrow night, the book’s launch is taking place at a free event at the Eighth Day Cafe, Oxford Road, M1 7DU, 7:30-10. Poets in the book will be reading from the collection and it is hosted by Dominic Berry.
Find Dominic Berry on Book A Poet
I can’t make it, unfortunately, because I’m feeling a little slimsy at the moment; but I was at the launch of the first anthology and it was great fun.
The book is available to buy on Amazon or from the publisher, Puppywolf, but you can read one poem for free:
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Tsetse Rat
Poor rat and your pedestrian end:
was it death by cat?
I hope it was old age; you fell asleep.
Dark comfort in your long rest.
Dangerous praise to resent your passing,
forlorn corpse; scorned by
heels and prams and bicycle wheels.
Sleep peacefully, rat, on your dull part
of the dirty path; curled like an idle moon.
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The previous word was ‘rutilant’: Glowing or glittering with ruddy or golden light – what I do each time I have a poem accepted. It never gets old.
Well done you. That’s a nice thing to hear and a real achievement. 🙂
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Thanks! 🙂
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Biggest Congratulations, Friend!
I am so happy for you and do wish you could manage to go and enjoy the fun! Wish I could go, too, and enjoy the fun.
It might perhaps get old eventually, though — I think it was Edison who said, “I count my medals by the quart.”
May you get there someday! 🙂
❤ K
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Half a quart would do 🙂
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Congratulations!
And I liked the piece on a despised creature.
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Thank you, and welcome!
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Congratulations! And I love the poem, even if it is about rats, which I do not like.
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Thanks 🙂
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Congratulations, that is so very exciting to be published in all three Anthologies. I like the voice in the poem, it gives the poor rat some respect and compassion for its sad end. Just like you Tilly full of compassion and respect for all things.
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*blush*
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I was trying to recall why I knew that word rutilant. I think its because I once did “tarot” using semiprecious stones, and one of them was rutilant.
Congratulations on the new inclusion. I think you should now write a poem about a rutilant rat, should such a thing exist. Believe me, I don’t view rats the way you do, and being a city creature, i see them more often than not scurrying across the back yard. We have poison set out, so I see dead ones too. Rats……
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I don’t like them, believe me! But this poor little corpse was so sad…
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Congratulations on this latest achievement. I suggest you have a reading at home with little plates of Maltesers for the attendees
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I like your style!
I have no Maltesers in the house at the moment, but if I get some, I will do it, and post a photo 🙂
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I look forward to it! 😀
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Congratulations! What a shame you can’t attend the launch. I hope you feel more robust soon. 🙂
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Thanks, Elaine 🙂
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Congratulations, Tilly. A wonderful poem.
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Thank you, Kate 🙂
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Congratulations!! And I rather like that poem. poor rat 😦
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Thank you 😀
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Well done and congratulations !!! There is a lot more to you … fantastic. I’m not a poetry person, but I love that you got inspiration from a dead rat … and it’s destiny.
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Thanks 😀
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Congrats on making it into the anthology again!
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Thank you 🙂
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Congratulations, Tilly Bud! That is a fabulous poem. You are amazing!
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Thank you, Kay 🙂
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I don’t think that I’ve ever read a poem inspired by a rat. How marvellous. Congrats, Tilly.
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Thanks, BB 😀
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Congratulations, Tilly. Loved the poem, but something about it keeps gnawing at me.
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Heeheeheehee 😀
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I didn’t know you were a poet and a good one at that. Congrats on the anthologizing.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Well done TB.
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Ta, SS 🙂
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I thought the word rutilant meant something to do with the Ruttles, those four boys who made a funny film about the Beatles. But they were from Liverpool, not Manchester, of course.
Well done on your poem.
Does this mean you can now claim honorary membership to the Dead Rat’s Society? 😉
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I had to look them up but that is one society I’d love to be a member of 🙂
I remember the Rutles! I’m getting old.
Thanks for the good wishes and for following my blog. I took a look at yours and, um, well, I’m not sure it’s for me but I wish you good luck with it.
Thanks for following my blog. I’m in a bit of a lull at the moment but things will pick up in a while.
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Thank you for visiting, dear.
We all have a different sense of humour, which is as it should be. I hope my silly nonsense didn’t upset you too much? I shall still pop by now and then if that’s okay? I really enjoy your jokes, even if some are more corny than the wheat field at the bottom of my old street. 🙂
All the best. A.J.
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No, I wasn’t upset; I’m a prude.
But a tolerant prude 😀
I appreciate your visits and really sorry about the corny jokes – it’s hard to find clean, laugh-out-loud jokes these days 😦
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Don’t apologize about the jokes! Good heavens above. They are still funny.
And prude is fine, too. It’s like Rude but you include the ‘P’ rather than take the P, if you catch my meaning?
🙂
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I think I do 😉
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Congratulations!!! Love your poem! 😀
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Thanks 🙂
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