Susan Ashdown

Rookie (28/01/1954 / East Sussex, England)

Comments about Susan Ashdown

  • Michael Shepherd (2/21/2005 9:29:00 AM)

    Susan, your poems seem to me to show a real poetic talent. But reading 'Be Lucky', there's something I can't quite put my finger on. It's to do with presenting a poem to the public without calling - consciously or unconsciously - for sympathy; which such a poem would arouse naturally. The old phrase 'trespassing on someone's sympathy' is a rather harsh expression of this. It's something to do with poetic self-containment. The Chinese are so good at this!
    I hope you can make sense of this? I wouldn't write if it weren't that your poetry impresses me...

    Best, Michael

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Home Once More

She drifted in with the mist
As if kissed by the air
Floating there in the half light
Blessed by time and the sight of home.
She had wandered alone for so long
Now the joyful song of soft waves lapping
Tickling and slapping a sandy beach
Came within reach like a sweet melody.
Birds in all guises colours and sizes

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