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Unread 03-20-2014, 03:23 AM
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Default Speccie Competition Darker Side of Spring

Our four top chaps are all there. Bill gets the fiver. Hets ij the air.The rest of us can all go home.

In Competition 2839 you were invited to submit a poem about the darker side of spring. There were references in the entry to Larkin, who could always be relied on to see the bleaker side of things (‘their greenness is a kind of grief’), as well as to Eliot and Thomas Edward Brown. There were also nice echoes of Ogden Nash and Wordsworth.

Nicholas Holbrook and Josephine Boyle were unlucky losers and I liked Ray Kelley’s closing couplet: ‘It’s not by mere coincidence that vernal/ Rhymes so immaculately with infernal.’ The winners, printed below, earn £25 each. Bill Greenwell takes the extra fiver.


At night the young man’s fancy burns
With unrequited lust;
His thighs expand, his stomach churns,
He shudders with disgust —
He hates himself, he hates the scent
Of buds, the songs of birds.
With winter gone, his fast intent’s
Too terrible for words.

In spring, incomprehensible,
He springs up like a weed,
With thoughts beyond defensible
And desperate to breed.
Every Jill and daffodil
Should tremble at his tread:
For he is driven by his will
To trample on their bed.
Bill Greenwell

The distinguished author of ‘The Waste Land’
and ‘Little Gidding’
Called April cruel. He wasn’t kidding.
But it’s not only April that makes me feel like
joining the berserkers.
It’s the whole damn vernal circus,
When normally sane adults behave like Basil
Fotherington-Thomas
As if the world becomes full of promise
At the very first sighting of a snowdrop or a
crocus,
And similar hocus-pocus.
You’ll hear people chorus ‘Ah, the sap is rising!’
Like it’s a miracle. That’s what sap does. Is that
surprising?
Here’s what I believe:
Like vows of love spring flatters to deceive,
A layer of pastoral optimism
Over the abysm.
So don’t ask me to celebrate Primavera.
I’d rather poison pigeons in the park, like Tom
Lehrer.
Basil Ransome-Davies

The robin seeks a worm to kill.
The cat lusts for the robin’s blood.
Cruel hunters shake off winter’s chill.
Death blooms beside the crocus bud.

The shriek of birds, the whine of flies,
The burn and itch of pollen spores
Assail our ears and sting our eyes.
Our noses ooze like leprous sores.

Wrapped in cold-weather anoraks,
We bulged and sagged in privacy.
Now all our pints and all our snacks
Are all too plain for all to see.

Still worse, this season brings us Lent,
Time to abstain from everything.
We suffer winter’s punishment,
And then do penance in the spring.
Chris O’Carroll

With useless hope you hurt our hearts;
The perfume on your breath
Comes not from joyous, princely courts
But from the land of death.
With songs you tease our tired lips
Too sad with age to sing.
With mirthful wine you fill our cups,
Cruel and deceitful Spring!
Give foolish boys and wide-eyed girls
Your rainbow-rich displays.
Let birds repeat your wicked carols
And please you with their praise.
But we who’ve seen your floral shows
Who once with joy believed
We could abandon winter clothes
Now view you, undeceived.
Frank McDonald

Spring cleaning must be done, a cloud of dust
Hangs mid-air in a beam of April sun,
And on the window sill a mildew crust
Reveals that putrefaction has begun.
The house, neglected through the storms and
squalls
That threatened roof and chimneys shows the
signs
Of slow insidious damage, crumbling walls
Behind the cobwebbed paper, inky lines
Where curtains fold. I reach out for the broom,
For mops and dusters to begin my task,
Unpeeling winter’s grime from every room,
But as I sweep and scrub I have to ask
If dirt can ever be in my control,
And if hard work can ever purge the soul.
Katie Mallett

It’s Spring, and the weeds are encroaching,
But other plants, too, are a pest.
They come out of nowhere, determined to grow
where
We’ve planted the rarest and best.

Now, where did those violets come from?
I’d never have have planted them there.
They’re pretty enough, but invasive and rough,
And they’re seeding themselves everywhere.

Campanulas, too, are a nightmare;
We planted a small group of three.
First a pool, then a river — and now, with a shiver,
I stare at a limitless sea.

These marauders, these trespassing beauties,
Have become an unstoppable bevy.
Though the days may grow light, it’s a sobering
sight,
And my heart, I assure you, is heavy.
Brian Allgar
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Congratulations all. There are some very clever poems there. I gave up the struggle quite early on, so no gritted teeth at not winning!
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Cheers for you chaps! And for Katie Mallett too.
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As Sylvia said, the entries are very clever.

Congratulations to our superstars -- and double for Brian, with an HM for NH as well!

Jayne
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Nice going, guys!
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Our four top chaps are all there.
And of course, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. (But congratulations anyway, Frank.)
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I couldn't possibly say that. But I'm glad you did, Brian.
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Our four top chaps are all there. Bill gets the fiver. Hets ij the air.The rest of us can all go home.
"Hets ij the air", John? Were you typing double-Dutch?
I rather like this phrase you've coined...
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