Cafe Poet: Elizabeth Mann

Have no fear, folks! We’re still featuring some of our fabulous Cafe Poets on the site. (For the full list of poets, check out here.)

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Featured Cafe Poet: Elizabeth Mann

Shells

have sipped the salt-brink,
lived its pitch and precipice.
On my desk they sit domestic
as crockery. Inside I hear whispers
of grit, but little else. There is no
softness left, only the perfect
swerve of their orbits. Yet once
way out in the wild and wet
they rode the tide, brim-full of flesh

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Raised in Peterborough, Elizabeth later fell head-over-heels in love with poetry when she lived in Durham castle. She’s now in St Andrews doing the MLitt in Creative Writing and eating copious amounts of baked goods. Elizabeth is also the newest member of the [insert text here] staff.

The Cafe Poetry Mystery…

Yesterday (Sunday 4th November) was the final day of our Cafe Poetry project, which took place at Bibi’s Cafe, North St, St Andrews.

But never fear! We haven’t quite finished with it yet, as we’ll be continuing to feature some of our Cafe Poets on our website in the coming weeks.

Today’s featured poet is something of a mystery. This morning, on going to Bibi’s to collect the jam jars and the poems they held, I found something rather odd: one of our poems had been removed, and replaced with a handwritten poem, entitled ‘Rain’. On investigating further (turning the piece of paper over), I discovered that the poem had been signed, ‘Anon’.

This is what [insert text here] is all about. We loved it that our project inspired someone to write something, and we loved it even more that the mysterious writer chose to share that poem with us. The poem itself also gave us a bit of a giggle.

Mystery Cafe Poet: if you’re reading this, please get in touch! We’d love to hear from you!

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Featured Cafe Poet: Anon

Anonymous Cafe Poet: we’d love to know more about you, and what you thought of our project. Thank you for your poem, and we really hope to hear from you soon.

And, just in case anyone had trouble with the handwriting, here’s the poem below:

Rain

On the days when lack of
clean underwear
leads me to wear
a dress (after all, no one
can see you go commando
if you’re wearing tights)
it rains
everyone sees my bum
and I lose all casual
elegance.
Oh rain.

Thank you so much to our mystery Cafe Poet!

Cafe Poet: Alex Zhang

It’s raining today in St Andrews, but that’s all the more reason for people to duck into a coffee shop and read some fabulous poems.

Unfortunately, we don’t have any poems about ghosts and bats and vampires. So today’s featured poet won’t be all about unexplained hauntings or witches’ spells. Sorry. Eat pumpkin while you’re reading it, if that puts you in a more Halloween-y mood.

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Featured Cafe Poet: Alex Zhang

when i read

I like to imagine
that you
too
are sprawled out in
front of an open
window

where there is a slight
breeze
and white sun
and light cloud
passing

but you don’t notice
in t-shirt
and jeans
cradling a
book
in one hand
and gripping your
naked feet
in the other

and I can see
your head pressed into
a pillow propped up
against the wall
with your legs
mounted on a desk

and can feel
all the spaces
between the chair
and the curve
of your back.

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From Tucson, Arizona to London. Studies philosophy. Writes. Has a pet sourdough starter named Amy.