Neil Crawford

Rookie - 3 Points (29/04/56 / CHESTER, ENGLAND.)

Biography of Neil Crawford

I began writing poetry at school(many years ago) - we had a teacher who encouraged us.I continued into my college years.I did nothing with them(there was no 'Poemhunter' in those days) .

When I left work I started a creative writing course under Gladys Mary Cole(a well respected poet, biographer and novelist) here in Liverpool.I contributed to the 'Piazza Poets' anthology and took part in readings to promote the collection.

I am a regular member of the 'Inklings Group'in the city.

I had been on the verge of throwing out my poems but decided to rewrite them instead after I discovered Bukowski.My early work was 'stripped down' and made less verbose - 'leaner and meaner' you might say.

Recently poetry had taken a back seat as I am completing my second novel but one or two have been written in the past few weeks.

I have also contributed pieces to the Poetry Forward
collections.

Major influences include the Merseybeat Poets(Adrian Henri, Brian Patten, Roger McGough) .
Others include Auden, D.H.Lawrence as well as the 'Thomases'(Dylan, R.S.and Edward) .

I welcome any constructive criticism of any piece I may put on this excellent website.

Thank you.

Neil Crawford's Works:

'The Piazza Poets' - Anthology edited by Gladys Mary Coles ISBN: 978 1 902096 69 8 (Headland Press)

(7 POEMS)

'The Colour Of War' - Forward Poetry
ISBN: 978-1-84418-5689
(1 POEM)

'Poetry Rivals' (In Mind and Heart) Edited by Donna Samworth, Forward Poetry ISBN: 978-184418-592-4
(1 POEM)

'Poetry Rivals' (Life's Footseps) Edited by Forward Poetry Editors ISBN: 978-184418-552-8
(1 POEM)

First Collection 'Mouthpeace' published 2015 (Available from poet)

Won award for poem 'Brought Home' - award presented by Michael Morpurgo

PoemHunter.com Updates

Cityscape

Obvious rural melancholy sold by Turner, Elgar, Blake
pales into insignificance beside the cityscape.

People seen from buses, sat in the cruel, white light
of the late night launderette or the arcade's dangerous door.

The city's desperate niches radiate despair, they mirror
the pastoral fraud, these poison blossoms here.

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