Poem by Andrew Bailey

Eyewear is very glad to welcome Andrew Bailey this Friday. Bailey (pictured) lives in Chichester and works for the Poetry Archive, among other things.

He has also worked for various literature organisations, including the Poetry Society and Poetry International Web, and a number of theatre companies.

His poetry has appeared in various magazines including Poetry Review, Stand, Stride, Brittle Star and Vallum. A play (co-written) appeared in the Assembly Rooms in the Edinburgh Fringe 2002.

Bailey studied at the universities of Nottingham, where he won the Kirke White Prize for Poetry, and Sheffield, for an MA in Contemporary Poetry. He is the winner of the Geoffrey Dearmer Prize 2005. I've enjoyed publishing his work at Nthposition, and think he's a British poet well worth keeping an eye on.

consume

pinch the petals
from the blossom
wait

and lick the plasma
nectar
seeping sweet;

lift the mushroom
on knife and thumb
clean
from its tilth

subject to steam
eat whole
quick

this your world
your new eyes

poem by Andrew Bailey

Comments

Unknown said…

Really fresh- thanks for introducing Bailey to your readers :)

Sat Sept 29, 06:43:00 pm 2007

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