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
A Camera Has The Trick Of Freezing Time
The photo’s small and rather creased but there We are, a family group in black and white. A camera has the trick of freezing time. We’re posed before a boat outside our house,
A Question Of Philosophy
When evil strikes In fire and flood Or untimely death by dread disease We sometimes wonder “What of God? ”
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,
A House Of Light
From my cottage kitchen window I can see Two fields away the blue, the shining sea And ships that slowly glide to far-off shores Each one a separate world with its own laws;
Goodbye Two Thousand and Four, Bombs, disaster and war. Welcome 2005,
A Secret Whisper
I rarely go by bus but when I do For safety’s sake I choose a seat well back. Today the bus was crowded like a zoo, My seat companion wore a plastic mac,
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)
Father And Daughter
I never thought I'd live One day to see my daughter be A Human Resources Policy Executive.
A Night In The Old Lighthouse
The lock is stiff, the heavy wooden door On rusted hinges creaks as I walk in. Tonight I am to sleep here in this lighthouse. It’s twenty years since last its scything beam
A Fly In Amber
Swimming in its world of amber The long-legged fly can still remember The burning heat
Exchange Of An Unsuitable Pet
In a little family group they stood Aggrieved on the petshop floor. “It bit me and me mam and our Gladys, And ‘im, that boy by the door”.
A Window Seat
Five miles high in our chartered jet we fly in Fairyland, all shining light, the
A Secret Whisper
I rarely go by bus but when I do
For safety’s sake I choose a seat well back.
Today the bus was crowded like a zoo,
My seat companion wore a plastic mac,
He looked quite foreign, dark, and rather nervous.
To break the ice I said “It’s very warm”,
He rolled his eyes and said that God would save us,
Began to rant and wildly wave his arm.
I looked around but no-one seemed to notice,