Purbeck Poetry


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Patrick's Purbeck Poetry

  • Patrick and Purbeck

    Patrick grew up in Purbeck and the spirit of the place – the scenery, geology, poetry and memories of his father retain a place in his poetry. He’s included some personal views of Purbeck but the themes of geology and coast come into this area of interest. Poetry of place is important, as Purbeck has been the rock on which he has built his life story – and a house!

    Peveril Point is where the Purbeck Limestone - the building stone for so many Purbeck houses – runs into the sea.


    Peveril Point (Purbeck Limestone) with the chalk and Old Harry in the background (PC)

    Chapmans Pool is where Patrick and young friends fished with prawn pots “live produce from the sea”:


    Over Chapman’s Pool towards Kimmeridge (PC)


  • Hardy Scene

    They are a hardy crowd
    Hewn from purbeck limestone
    Nestled on home-built throne
    Don’t shout it loud
    They are a hardy crowd
    Hewn from purbeck limestone

    Shades of grey and green
    Glimmer of moon over the sea
    Pastelled hillsides see
    Scarred by lynchet-striped scene
    Shades of grey and green
    Glimmer of moon over the sea

    There is but one square of colour
    Like a string of bunting
    Who is then counting
    As yellowhammers clamour
    There is but one square of colour
    Like a string of bunting

    Every year we return
    Like prodigals we come back
    Nothing much has changed, alack
    Just beach and climate, we learn
    Every year, havering to return
    Like prodigals we’ve come back

    Inspired by Thomas Hardy’s “Overlooking the River Stour”


    St Aldhelm’s Head from Emmet Hill (PC)
    “shades of grey and green”

  • Mary Newman

    Champion nurdler, Mary
    Sees plastic in sea
    Long before others were wary

    On hearing at the Square & Compass that Mary was to be recognised for her pioneering efforts
  • Purbeck prawn pot

    Harvested from a withy bed,
    those lithe red-brown saplings
    twisted and twined into
    a structure primed to trap
    live produce from the sea.

    How many years has nature
    delivered this bountiful cycle
    begotten from the willow stumps?
    My creel now hangs dried,
    gnarled as the fingers that wrought it.

    His knife that trimmed the withies
    was a curved and functional blade.
    With a single deft slice,
    to leave the butt close-cropped,
    ready to sprout afresh the next year



    Purbeck prawn pot (PC)