Biography of Pete Crowther
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Born in Hull in East Yorkshire into a seafaring family, he spent some time in the Royal Navy after completing his education, before a career as chief cataloguer at the universities of Birmingham, and Hull where he served under the poet and librarian, Philip Larkin. Now retired he lives with his wife in a small cottage sandwiched between the North Sea and the broad River Humber. He first started writing poetry as a hobby just three years ago. His other interests are natural history, Egyptology, and local history. He is a keen cyclist and motorcyclist.
Early this year (2006) , he had a selection of his poems published as a book, entitled “Calling the Moon”, by the on-line publishers-on-demand, Lulu.com (http: //www.lulu.com/214133#) . This book features poems written by the author between late 2003 and early 2006. There are many sea-related poems in the collection reflecting the author’s close association with and love for the sea. Other themes stem from his interest and fascination with Egyptology while readers may be surprised by the number of ‘rat’ poems; he and his wife have kept pet rats for several years and found them to be lovable and rewarding pets. The author likes to experiment with different kinds and styles of poems so that here will be found humorous poems, serious poems, long poems, short poems, narrative poems, found poems, collage poems, and both rhymed and unrhymed poems. Some are written in blank verse while others are written in a variety of formal styles and metres. He admits to having been influenced by the poet, Robin Skelton’s rich source book of descriptions and examples of poetic forms from all over the world, both ancient and modern, 'The Shapes of Our Singing'(2002) . A further book of poems, 'Dancing in the Wind' was published in 2007.
Pete Crowther's Works:
1.Bibliography of Works in English on Early Russian History.
2.The Diary of Robert Sharp of South Cave.
3.Calling the Moon: a selection of poems
4: Dancing in the Wind
Pete Crowther Poems
A Biker's Funeral
(In memory of Stephen (Reggie) Pearce of Kilnsea,1980–2005) The wind blows cold through the churchyard trees
Meetings With Egyptian Gods: Thoth
Skilled in magic and funerary matters, Thoth is the moon god of Egypt and
A Lottery Prayer
St. Abune Teklehaimanot, I pray You help me win the Lottery today. I beseech, entreat and beg You who stood upon one leg
Caring For A Dead Fish
When the cupboard is bare And the cat’s had the cream, Who cares about a dead fish?
Cold Moons Of Winter
(The moons of December, January and February were once known by our forebears respectively as Long Night or Cold Moon, Wolf or Storm Moon, and Snow Moon)
A Question Of Philosophy
When evil strikes In fire and flood Or untimely death by dread disease We sometimes wonder “What of God? ”
Hymn To Diana (Trans. Of Catullus)
We virgin lads and lasses all Pledge Diana heart and soul: Come then you lads and lasses, sing In her honour now a hymn.
An Only Child
It doesn’t matter now But then it did. When I was young I would have loved
St. Abune Teklehaimanot
A more surprising saint there’s not Than Abune Teklehaimanot, He is my all-time favourite saint; There is none other quite so quaint.
St. Abune Aregawi
(for Brikti) Long, long ago, or so I’ve heard, Nine holy men from Syria came
The weather girl Is a priceless pearl. Chic and smart, She has the art
A Sonnet In Memoriam For A Dead Pet
Alas he’s gone our little friendly rat, we’ll miss that trusting paw, those gentle ways, as snuggling close to us content he sat. Where now that little eager furry face,
Father And Daughter
I never thought I'd live One day to see my daughter be A Human Resources Policy Executive.
Mumab: The Mummified Man From Maryland
There once was a man from Maryland Who lived in Baltimore. He died, alas, of a heart attack In nineteen ninety-four.
Nature By Night
Slowly the sun
sinks in the west
leaving the land
lit only by
light of the moon.
Things of the night
shun what is bright.