18 Jul 2019 / News
Itis and the Labyrinth
(Labyrinthitis: a self-limiting disorder of the inner ear)
Hitchcock angles start the pinwheel.
My room strobes past
like fast train windows on a loop.
Your intricate architecture
is haunted by hiss and murmur
around the curve
of semi-circular canals and otoliths,
cavities hollowed out,
lodged in the temporal bone, time out of mind.
So much of me is blobs of meat
but you are delicate as bird bones,
alien as sea-shells.
A labyrinth’s call is to be mysterious,
consumed by its own convolutions.
Mine is to cling to walls and wait.
25 Jan 2023 / News
Arvon is delighted to announce that the Ledbury Poetry Competition 2022 has just announced its winners. This year’s competition…Read more
18 Nov 2022 / Lumb Bank
It’s a misty autumn morning in Shropshire and I’ve just come back from a walk under a hailstorm of acorns. We…Read more
06 Sep 2022 / General
Arvon was founded 54 years ago on a belief in the power of the imagination and the benefits of creative writing….Read more
30 Aug 2022 / Lumb Bank
Come and explore Arvon’s Writing House, Lumb Bank, during Heritage Open Day. Formerly the home of poet Ted Hughes, Lumb Bank…Read more