RADCLIFFE ROOM

Welcome to the Radcliffe Room.

The Radcliffe Room brings you a selection of short poems by playwright, Laura Turner. Laura is from the East Midlands and has written more than forty original plays and adaptations of classic novels, commissioned by theatres including the Almeida, The Custom House South Shields and Hull Truck. Laura is associate playwright at Chapterhouse Theatre Company and Petersfield Shakespeare Festival. Click the left and right arrows to navigate.

 

UPLOAD Virtual Festival also received poetry submissions from Thomas Daniel Ince and Gail Webb. Find them below.

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If Flowers Could Sing by Thomas Daniel Ince

If flowers could sing what would you think they would sound like?

Would they whistle when the wind blows?

or would they let out a cry when we pick them from the ground?

Would they sound like a choral choir?
Would they sing a language we could understand?

If flowers could sing

would they sing for their family and friends?

If flowers could sing what would you think they would sound like?

Would they whistle when the wind blows?

or would they let out a cry when we pick them from the ground?

Would they sound like a choral choir?
Would they sing a language we could understand?


Would the sunflowers sound different from the daisies?
If flowers could sing what would you think they would sound like?

Would they whistle when the wind blows?

or would they let out a cry when we pick them from the ground?

Would they sound like a choral choir?
Would they sing a language we could understand?
Would they even be humming the same tune?


Would they even be humming the same tune?
If flowers could sing what would you think they would sound like?

Would they whistle when the wind blows?

or would they let out a cry when we pick them from the ground?

Would they sound like a choral choir?
Would they sing a language we could understand?


Would they sing along if you asked them too?
If flowers could sing what would you think they would sound like?

Would they whistle when the wind blows?

or would they let out a cry when we pick them from the ground?

Would they sound like a choral choir?
Would they sing a language we could understand?


Would they sound like you and I?

If flowers could sing what would you think they would sound like?

Would they whistle when the wind blows?

or would they let out a cry when we pick them from the ground?

Would they sound like a choral choir?
Would they sing a language we could understand?

The model galleon sits in a glass case in the famous pub, The Trip to Jerusalem:

The Cursed Galleon by Gail Webb

Go sail on up the Trent to Nottingham

There within caves of yellow dirt sandstone
Look and you will see the cursed galleon
Withering in a glass case all alone
The people who touched her before capture –
Three innocents who merely tried to dust-
Are all lying dead in their last rapture
Struck by the curse of a ship gone to rust
No one will dare to pierce this mystery
The Trip to Jerusalem hides it well
Customers sigh, then become whispery
The galleon is cursed, so they do hear tell
At night as the moon smiles at the river
The vessel creaks, the sails quiver.

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