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Patterns of Hope
As a member of the Scarborough Poetry Workshop, Sylvan Rose has decided to draw upon the wealth of local poetic talent to help raise funds for UK hospices. She is aiming to help not only the Duchess of Kent House hospice in Reading, where her fiance was cared for with dignity, but all of the UK's 241 hospices.
'Poetry succeeds where mere words fall short of the mark,' explains Sylvan. 'Since losing Bob I have found solace in poetry, and discovered that many more people have also found this so, which has provided the idea for this anthology. The poems found here have been purposefully chosen for those people most in need, whether as a hospice patient or a loved one.
'Through the gift that is poetry, I hope these poets whose work can be found in Patterns of Hope, may help many more to appreciate the gift that is life, no matter how long or short the journey.'
What people are saying about Patterns of Hope
'It's my delight to introduce these lovely, moving, skilful, exciting pieces of writing to you; there are moments of love, of pain, of delight, of pathos and of celebration. And each writer has taken time to communicate something to us, something that can help us through the dark times.' - Ian McMillan
'I applaud Sylvan Rose for this anthology. These are delightful poems and I am sure people will be moved by them, as well as finding solace.' - Sheila Hancock
'Thank you for kindly donating your poetry anthology books for the Hospice to sell. These inspiring books are now being sold in all our Hospice Shops and on the reception within the Hospice. It is only because of the generosity of kind individuals that we are able to continue with our work in the care and comfort of our patients.' - David Marshall, St Catherine's Hospice, Scarborough
Order your copy today
Every copy sold enables the Bob Turner Memorial Trust to have three more copies printed, which can then be given to our hospices to help them raise much-needed funds. So by spending just £5.99 on this book, you are effectively making a donation to our hospices of around £18. More copies shall be made freely available to more UK hospices as funding allows.
You can order your copy today. Priced at just £5.99 plus P&P (within UK only), Patterns of Hope is now in great demand - 76 pages of uplifting poems, each specifically chosen to celebrate life. As such, it is proving to be a popular gift for people who are terminally ill and their loved ones, as well as those who have been bereaved.
Should you wish to purchase more copies than this menu offers, or if you wish us to send outside of the UK, please use the Contact the Trust form with your requirements and you will be advised of the charges.
A Few Excerpts...
The following poem, which is included in this collection, is by Scarborough poet, Chris Woodland. A framed copy has graced the walls at St Catherine's Hospice in Scarborough for some time, and it captures the essence of this collection perfectly.
| Wrap him gently |
| In a handkerchief. |
| Carry him to the open window. |
| Watch him dance away |
| Into the autumn air. |
| However softly |
| The handkerchief closes |
| Round his delicate body |
| As he flutters helplessly |
| Within the folds, |
| How can he know |
| That in a moment |
| An unseen loving presence |
| Is about to release him |
| Into space and freedom? |
| © Chris Woodland |
| I found an autumn leaf you'd pressed |
| To be a marker in my book, |
| And as I turned each page I kept |
| The leaf close by me like your hand. |
| Now I've read through, I shelve the book |
| But will not shut your leaf away. |
| Instead I carry it with care |
| And tie it high back on its tree. |
| In winter's gales people ask, 'Why |
| Doesn't that last flutterling fall?' |
| And I will answer 'Could it be |
| Someone waving who never left?' |
| © Stuart Larner |
| We watched a rainbow forming |
| It thrilled us with its hues |
| It found its shape from nowhere |
| Made from light and rain and blues. |
| Its definition clearer, |
| We picked out every shade |
| Through indigo to violet |
| We willed it not to fade. |
| Its colours grew so vivid, |
| We thought that it might stay, |
| But - fragile and ephemeral - |
| Our rainbow slipped away. |
| Now life is ever richer |
| For having seen that sight. |
| And will there be another? |
| Perhaps not - but there might. |
| © Gilly Collinson (Poem & Photo) |
