A poem about Totnes railway station and Sean O’Casey’s contribution to it.
He lived in Totnes near the station from 1938-1954
Sean O’Casey’s Pond
and our peering faces.

A poem about Totnes railway station and Sean O’Casey’s contribution to it.
He lived in Totnes near the station from 1938-1954
Sean O’Casey’s Pond
and our peering faces.
poem of the
month
The Keeper of the Clock of the Long Now
I am the Keeper of the Clock of the Long Now.
A slow job, it leaves me with plenty of time
to contemplate my short life with its many
twists and turns which I have introduced
in order to entertain myself so I will not
be bored with the straight running of it.
Breath by breath.Sometimes I forget it is I who has
filled up my life.
Then I sigh and call out
wishing to be free.
The clock is a help then.
It turns its silent face to me
and says nothing. It is a clock of wonder
measuring Long Time.
It ticks once a year
chimes once a century.
Who knows what it will do at the
passing of a millennium.
It may laugh.Rose Cook
Listen to Rose (and others) read at the Wondermentalist Cabaret on January 25th on www.traydio.com
PRESS RELEASE
SUGAR AND SPICE CABARET
to celebrate 100 years of International Women’s Day
raising funds for Womankind Worldwide
A lively mix of Comedy, Poetry and Music
compered by JACKIE JUNO
with ROSE COOK, LIV TORC, KELLIE COX, KIMWEI, LUCY LEPCHANI
Plus! Honorary Birds MATT HARVEY and BRIAN ABBOTT
THE BARREL HOUSE, HIGH ST, TOTNES
SATURDAY 8TH MARCH doors 7.30pm for 8pm start £5 entrance
Whatever way love’s camel takes
let it take me too,
stowed up on the saddle, swaying,
let that be home.
The past nor future is our own,
only this trapeze moment.
Catch it now as it swings.
Who cares where we are headed,
it is enough to be with
this light filled present;
feel the sway, the night air on your face
stars bright in your hair.
Let’s join the everyday festival -
the festival of street people walking
the festival of café people talking
the festival of bears, all kinds
the festival of waiting, a quieter pace
of clock watching, tick tock, leg shifting
the festival of sighs, all around,
notice the festival of feet, of shoes
the festival of beaks and paws
the festival of wings and berries
the festival of reflections with windows, water,of horizons, of chimneys, of roof-life
the festival of leaves, of crowds,of small blades of grass,
of glints in eyes
the festival all over town.
Rose Cook is a writer based in the South West. She performs poetry regularly. She also co-founded and co-presented the popular Devon poetry and performance forum One Night Stanza and poetry performance group Dangerous Cardigans. Over the last two decades her work has been shared through page based publication and performance. She has read, performed and presented her work in numerous venues, and at various festivals and poetry events in the UK. Her work has been published in various magazines and collections.
She is one of the Apples & Snakes poets and recently performed at the Barnstaple Fringe as part of the North Devon Festival (July 07) and also at Ways With Words, Dartington. She is currently involved with the My Story reminiscence project based at Rowcroft hospice in Devon, which celebrates the life stories and creativity of those using the hospice service. Rose is an experienced creative writing therapist.
Links:www.applesandsnakes.org