Biography of Petra Creffield
Petra Creffield is a writer, photographer, teacher and film-maker.
Born in Leeds and educated as photographer, graduating from the University of Brighton in 1997. Currently a lecturer in photography at The University College for The Creative Arts, in Kent.
Still a practising and enthusiastic photographer and film-maker, she has also written poetry since her teens and has been regularly performing her poetry for the last two years at various venues in Brighton and Kent.
As well as solo performances, she also appears regularly with 'The Writing Sisters Collective' an international group of female performance poets.
My poetry along with intended images can be found here:
Photography Portfolio Site
Photography and Poetry
Petra Creffield's Works:
'To All then Men I've Loved Before' a limited edition anthology of poems available from The Permanent Gallery Bookstore, Bedford Place, Brighton.
Petra Creffield Poems
Arse Her arse stuck up in the air An arse so big she didn’t care
The First Date
The first date What to wear What will I say What is too much
Am I? Am up then down again this is me
Plunge yourself deep inside Into the dark interior of me
The love I had for you is all now gone I killed it off with a silver shotgun
piss heads in the park piss heads in the park staying out till dark
TODAY It seems we get so used to things so quickly A life lived, easily forgotten and left behind
Don’t tell me you love me Then give up in despair
From The Series 'Moon Rivers'
An evening spent with the children of the children of the holocaust Different lives
Sweet Paddy Malone
In Brighton’s fair city Where the boys are so pretty
Chathamina Lush I wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow Not have to face the pain or the sorrow
Off The Wagon
Off the Wagon Am drunk as a skunk Fell off the wagon for sure
Untitled _ January 08
Sometimes the flame arises all on it’s own Sometimes despite my push and my blow The flame will not flow Yet if I sit in quiet solitude
Are you a holiday romance?
Temporary comfort blanket
From the pain of my solitude
Or something more long lasting
Here to stay?
Why are you here right now in my life