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I was born in Liverpool and started writing at the age of about eight, right up until my late teens when life got in the way. I took up writing and performing poetry again several years ago with a " Poets and Pints" group, before joining City Voices in May 2012. In 2015 I published my first booklet of poetry, "The last Pictish man". I had two poems accepted for The Poetry of Staffordshire, an anthology published by Offa's Press, and have read several times at 6 x 6 Reading Cafe, with my fictional short stories and an excerpt  from my "work in progress" novella  "Finding Frank"  My poem "Listening to Jupiter" was one of six prize-winning poems in the 2016 national "Write Science" competition. www.funpalaces.co.uk
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White noise

His head was filled with it;
nose, mouth, and eyes stinging.
Ears ringing with the clang of shovel
on the white

death-dusty kaolin rocks
of Cornwall.
Clogging his breath,
crystal meth for old skool potters
cloud-busting

into raw lungs. The nightmare
of exhaustion, his chest burning.
Wheel turning; clay into china cups
by means of fire
©June Palmer August 2015

White clay was transported from Cornwall to make “china” ware. The dust was eventually deadly to the lungs.
Until 1960’s and 1970’s it was still often shovelled by hand from the back of the transport wagon or lorry

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Listening to Jupiter

Call it what you like
The music, the language of the cosmos
is ours
The expanding universe, the supernova;
red-shifting light from distant stars
 
Does it matter
if dark energy exists, filling the space
between
galactic islands; engimatic energy
imagined but forever unseen
 
Far-off galaxies  
bending space and time across
the vast
dimensions, the observable universe.
Can we glimpse our past?
 
Tweak gravity.
Particles are good vibrations:
music.
An ensemble of invisible strings.
Science may confuse it
 
yet planets sing,
and underlying unities of nature
hear.
I have listened to Jupiter;
am sure of the music of the spheres.    
©June Palmer April 2015
 
Music of the spheres is an ancient philosophical concept that regards proportions in the movements of celestial bodies - the Sun, Moon, and planets - as a form of "music" not usually thought to be literally audible, but a harmonic, mathematical or religious concept. The idea continued to appeal to thinkers about music until the end of the Renaissance, influencing scholars of many kinds, including humanists.

The 101 (Stone – Hanley)

From this small town
to a city centre, in the centre of nowhere.
With pouts and frowns
girls wait for the 101
their legs exposed and white as February,
longing to be gone

Octoberish winds slam
the dressed-for-summer party wenches
in their Primark glam.
Shop-window kittens
huddled behind piss-stinky Perspex
their futures written.

Giggling and mewling,
pushing onto the sweat-fugged bus.
Some old lecher drooling
as they tamp out fags
on cheap fake red-soled stillies;
clutching clubbing bags.

Result! Limbs morphed to rubber
iPhone dropped down toilet in Sugarmills
sit kerbside and blubber
in gutter-bare feet.
Mates chain-link arms for safety
past the police presence up Trinity Street.
©June Palmer 02/06/2015

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