Philippa Lane

Rookie (March 7th,1941 / Chichester, West Sussex, England)

Philippa Lane Poems

1. Mandy (1970 - 1976) For Venetia 2/28/2005
2. Worlds 3/1/2005
3. Riding 3/13/2005
4. Forgotten Date 3/23/2005
5. The Call Of A Wood Pigeon 3/6/2005
6. The Cally Bird 3/16/2005
7. Seducer 3/20/2005
8. My Heart Will Go On 6/4/2006
9. Waiting 8/18/2008
10. What Is The You I Love 2/26/2005
11. Springs 2/28/2005
12. That Evening 3/20/2005
13. The Snowdrop 3/21/2005
14. Time Span 3/23/2005
15. Good Days 8/31/2006
16. Birthday Poem! 3/11/2012
17. My Grampa 5/9/2007
18. The Unimportance Of Being Me 3/21/2005
19. Holmhurst 3/2/2005
20. Home-Coming 3/21/2005
21. Lgh Four East 1968 3/18/2005
22. Simplificatiion (Recovery From Cyclic Depression) 3/20/2005
23. Reflection 3/26/2005
24. Hard To Understand 3/26/2005
25. My Parents Sometimes Fight - For Tim 3/16/2005
26. Crying 3/16/2005
27. Ashima's Calling 10/24/2008
28. Blizzard In St. John's 2/27/2006
29. Disappointment 3/23/2005
30. She, Who Shall Be Nameless 4/25/2009
31. Escape 3/23/2005
32. Skiing 3/1/2005
33. The Bear 3/24/2005
34. First Meeting With A Psychiatrist 3/16/2005
35. Identities 3/13/2005
36. Colour Poem: Purple 2/8/2009
37. Birling Gap 6/11/2006
38. Ex-Patria 2/14/2007
39. Felinity 11/18/2004
40. I Weep For You... 7/15/2005

Comments about Philippa Lane

  • Willa T Olivier (4/1/2005 6:12:00 PM)

    Philippa: About your poem 'Disappointment' - You are very skilled at expressing in
    words actual emotional experiences. Your poem evoked a hazy echo in my spirit of that dull thud. Bravo. Willa

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  • Peter A. Crowther (2/27/2005 12:48:00 AM)

    I have greatly enjoyed all of your poems. Lovely imagery.

Best Poem of Philippa Lane

Purple

Purple is afraid
it scuttles into corners
on all fours
it reeks
it shrieks
and smells of old unopened rooms

it is the flickering eyelid
of an aging actress
and the veins
mapped on leaves
of frail plants
in nursing homes who suck thin air

Purple is chiffon dusk
compline and pale prayers

it is reading aloud
the twenty-third psalm
the noise of ragged breaths
clawing the air
a scratching away of calm

Purple is the gas
that killed Plath
and the depth
of her despair

it is the click of the valves
that stuck ...

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Yellow

Yellow is the sun of childhood
the certain day
the fine silk strands
of youthful years
and wearing them
in a simple dress
of pale shantung
natural delicate
rustling against warm thighs

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