The truth is stranger than fiction though not necessarily in the same order.  | | Carol and friends |
Since writing 'Blurring of Genders' [a collection of poems] I have left the theme of animals and have turned my attention to the quirky nature of human beings. I have also done a few radio broadcasts, including one interview where the interviewer pretended not to understand my poetry, resulting in a hilarious spoof, sounding something like Peter Cook and Dudley Moore discussing the merits of poetry, or even
banning it. Perish the thought. I now have enough poems to warrant a collection and am pleased to tell you that I recently received a good rejection, which means that my poetry was considered good enough for inclusion. But because there was such a backlog of other poets' work I have to wait until the year 2008 to apply again. There has been much resistance to my work; however there are those who have succumbed to its charms, including a small pocket of followers in South Carolina, a handful in Andorra and my Irish connections.  | | Carol |
My biggest achievement is taking a whole caravan park in Dolybont. Where, I'm told, my poetry has caused much amusement. A caravan park in Dolybont is au fait with my work! A small hamlet in Yorkshire has also been taken but that is mainly due to Auntie May, ninety four, who has a vested interest in her niece. Auntie May in her delightful subtle northern way has converted Jehovah's witnesses, her care worker, and all the extensions of her extended family. Neighbours have been seen flocking to her door (they wouldn't dare do otherwise) to listen to renditions of the 'Owl and the Pussycat' read in a reeel rite northern fashion. Meanwhile down south Aunie Flo, who figures in much of my work, greets folk saying, "Our Caarell will get on". "Get on what Auntie Flo?" says I, "I'm half dead, hurtling towards sixty at an alarming rate, a bit like being at the bus stop after the bus has gone".  | | Carol |
The capture of Dolybont was easy, compared to Aunties. I used my best friend to take Dolybont, because it is a site that knows little of merriment. There are those who call it Camp Colditz. My poetry arrived like the arrival of chocolate after the Second World War. For there are those who are of a serious and reflective disposition, who live sedate lives. Dolybont was such a place, until I blurred their genders. As for the future, I hope to be alive as long as possible, and carry on writing and hopefully spread a little joy into people's lives. Apart from those I cajole, tie up or bribe, I believe that there are still enough people interested in my work for me to carry on! Carol's poem's Carol's three booklets of poems, 'Blurring Of Genders', 'Men And Other Animals' and 'Four Women In A Boat' can be obtained for £5.00, for two, or £6.00 for all three, including postage and packing, from:  | | The covers of Carol's booklets |
Carol Ward
3A Woodfield Avenue
Penn
Wolverhampton
WV4 4AG Carol's email address: [email protected] ===== Are you being creative in the Black Country? Tell us about it!
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