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Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles cover imageWe are very sorry but the book giveaway has now ended. The winner will be announced soon.

If you would like to buy a copy of ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’ you may do so at Silverburn Publishing.

You can read sample poems by both Jack Williamson and Elizabeth Leaper at ‘By the Wobbly Dum-Dum Tree’ here.

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Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles cover imageOnly two days remain of my Blog Tour Giveaway. To be in with a chance to win a copy of  ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’ visit Dragonscale Clippings here and leave a comment. You have until midnight on April 6th 2012 to do so.  You can read sample poems by both Jack Williamson and Elizabeth Leaper at ‘By the Wobbly Dum-Dum Tree’ here.

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Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles cover imageToday is book giveaway day at Dragonscale Clippings and it is the last day of Elizabeth Leaper’s week-long Blog Tour there. All you need to do to be in with a chance to win a copy of  ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’ is to visit Dragonscale Clippings here and leave a comment. You have until midnight on April 6th 2012 to do so.  You can read sample poems by both Jack Williamson and Elizabeth Leaper at ‘By the Wobbly Dum-Dum Tree’ here.

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Win a FREE copy of ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’ by Elizabeth Leaper and Jack Williamson.

To take advantage of this offer simply visit writer Freya Pickard’s Blog at ‘Dragonscale Clippings’ between 19th – 23rd March 2012, where Elizabeth will be guesting, and leave a comment.  Elizabeth will be writing a guest post on the Blog and Freya will be interviewing Elizabeth about the book and her own writing.  Freya will also write a review of the book.

To find out more about the book, or to purchase a copy, visit Silverburn Publishing.

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AT LAST: Jack’s Poems are in print.

Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles cover imageHaving wished for some time to see Jack’s poems in print I am pleased to announce the publication and launch of “Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles” on Saturday 17th September 2011 at Stafford Arts and Book Festival.

We can all relate to the poems and verse by Elizabeth Leaper and her late uncle Jack Williamson that make up this collection. With their subject matter deeply rooted in a common heritage, sense of place, people and the natural world the two parts complement each other perfectly. Often amusing and sometimes poignant, this collection is above all thoroughly readable.

ISBN  978-0-9547010-2-4

Price:  £4.99 (plus p&p)

The net profits from the sale of this book will be donated to charity.

Available to order now from:

Silverburn Publishing: www.silverburnpublishing.co.uk

To order email: enquiries@silverburnpublishing.co.uk

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This poem was written around 1991 and I believe is previously unpublished.

Birch Trees

Against a sky of blue or cloudy grey
Whatever the day, pale and slender boughs,
Like early summer nudes, exposed through
Frondle trails of leafy green, slightly
Bend and sway, while bushy heady tops
Are tingle-teased by a fresh spring
Early morning breeze.

Arched, white spine straining. Young stripling
Stems stretched out like yesterday’s abandoned
Streamers. Fledgling leaves ripped, stripped
From life, lost and tossed aside without
apparent rhyme or reason unless, perhaps?
A wild futile gesture of appeasement, against
This heedless, needless rampaging.

Tall white masts lying at anchor
On a neap tide of evening sylphid mist.
Faded russet topsails shrouded in calm.
The hold laden with silence and a
Nostalgic late autumn balm. While over
The horizon the first grey mast of winter
Waits patiently to cross the bar.

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Note: The ‘s’ at the end of the word ‘waits’ in the last line is my addition and did not appear in Jack’s original. It may have been a typing error. I could have just as easily added it to the word ‘mast’ in the penultimate line instead but it seemed to me to be a better fit here.

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This is a previously unpublished poem of unknown date.

Love I Have Known Thee Well

Love, I have known thee well,
The soaring happiness you bring
When hand clasps hand,
Or just the merest brushing of a touch,
Her presence in a room empties it of everyone
Except ourselves.
Eyes meet, and our thoughts are as one.
The understanding being so positive
I quickly look around the room
For fear that others saw and know about our bond.

But how speedily happiness can turn to pain,
For Cupid fires his arrows with random aim.
And so I find myself alone with wounds to heal,
And no-one can I tell, for all must be concealed.
And yet, was it concealed?
To her I know it showed,
For though I never spoke of love I could not hide the glow.
And she the same as I dare not speak of love
For someone else would drown
In our emotional flood.

And so it had to end and time has dulled the pain,
Both of us have lost,
Nothing has been gained,
But if love should ever come again
I pray with all my heart
That Cupid is less careless where he aims his darts.

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