Myra Schneider

Myra Schneider's Poetry WebsiteMyra Schneider

Myra Schneider myrarschneider@gmail.com I am a British poet, a poetry and writing tutor and author with John Killick of the resource book of personal writing literatuare, Writing Your Self. I am also author of the acclaimed book: Writing My Way Through Cancer. "... worth getting hold of if you like your poetry emotionally vulnerable, richly allusive and superbly poised between past and present." This is how Jane Holland reviewed my work in Poetry London.
STOP PRESS My two Poetry School Courses: Taking Your Writing Further and Prose and Poetry may be full for this term but I am always pleased to receive applications for the waiting list These are continuing monthly courses for advanced writers keen to develop their work. For full details please see www.poetryschool.com. Please do feel free to apply to me with samplesf your work by email at myrarschneider@gmail.com Please send work as a Word Attachment. For Taking Your Writing Further send six poems, for Prose and Poetry send 3 poems or 2/3 pages of prose [or short samples of both]. Both workshops take place at my house which is in Arnos Grove North London, 10 minutes walk from Arnos Grove Underground Station on the Piccadilly Line. My nine page sequence Kaleidoscope published in the first issue of the Long Poem Magazine is the title poem of a new anthology of sequences published in May 2011 by the enterprising Cinnamon Press. See recent news.
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THE ORANGE TREES OF SEVILLE

I step from a taxi to a scent that hints
tropical heat, to the glass shine
of doors opening to other lives.
And it's real - the perfume piercing
the air is everywhere, its source
the blossom in small white marriages
on trees nested with globes, each
so orange it carries the red tinge
of a huge moon slung low in the sky.

The trees stand in pairs sweetening
avenue, square, passageway.
And at the centre of old courtyards,
whose Moorish arches lead to rooms
silken with darkness, I come upon them
standing in epiphanies of light
as if they never shed rubbery leaves,
ecstatic blossom, as if their oranges
are the perpetual I'm continually trying
to cup in my hands without questioning
whether always is a prize I want.

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