Kester Brewin

Category: Poems

  • New Poem: Mist

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    Sorry I’ve not posted much recently… just very busy with all sorts of projects, news of which sometime soon! But can’t resist National Poetry Day, so here’s a new poem I wrote a couple of days ago. Mist Why the mists fall and lift, again or why the rain decides, just then to descend from…

  • New Poem: Autumn, Winter, Spring

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    For those who grieve… Autumn, Winter, Spring In the rustling of leaves the wind brings rumours of coming autumn and deep down, at the root there is a drawing together, a readying and preparing of each fibre. The sap will not rise a while each branch will thirst and pale into brittleness as the frost…

  • Imaginary: A New Poem

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    Imaginary The impossibility of finding the root of all that is negative in me; the move into a new plane only a symbolic trick that extends us all into the realm of the imaginary; a mathematical slight of hand: you invented complexity, smiled wryly as you wrote it and called it i.

  • ‘The Purpose of Life’ according to Nick Hornby

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    England draw against the USA – life doesn’t lose all meaning at this point, but it’s great to have good cheer restored in me by, in an act of footballing-literary serendipity, Nick Hornby. His Stuff I’ve Been Reading column in The Believer each month was a genuine highlight. Always funny, always erudite, always an inspiration…

  • Ash In Our Mouths

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    Been thinking a lot about the ash cloud that continues to disrupt air-travel the world over. Perhaps it is a good time to reflect and reconsider our relationship to this under-lyingly chaotic earth. Ash in our Mouths Sintered earth, burned and pure is thrown up as if the earth’s guts have sickened, had enough, and…

  • Two Robbers

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    I am both robbers right and left accusing and scheming pitying and arrogant, wanting him to save me, wondering why he didn’t save himself, empathising with the pain, mocking, frightened, pleading guilty, condemned, argumentative an innocent man somewhere lost in the middle of all this; dark days to follow, brighter days promised: ‘remember me’ all…