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Angela Edgar


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I'm a London, England based poet, who threw myself into writing back in 2006 after a 6 year writing hiatus ended.

 

Your first impression of meeting me may be that I’m a little quiet and reserved. Though you might very well be surprised when you get to know me, then read some of the things I’ve written and realise I’m not so quiet after all!

 

INSPIRED my first book of poetry, was first published in Feb 2008 by Mad Jock Publishers. You can order it direct from me www.amazon.co.uk/shops/angelaedgar


www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYe5kEpDHk0  (Inspired book trailer)

 

Currently, I'm working on my next three collections so please visit www.CinnamonAndSin.com  and www.AngeeEdgar.co.uk for excerpts from book 2 & 4.)

 

I am available for poetry readings at spoken word, motivational and empowerment events in London.


Get in touch:  [email protected] or call +44 (0)7985 650 009


 

My favourite poem from INSPIRED which is dedicated to my mother.

 

"Mama's Kitchen"

 

Saturday I woke to the smells

Of spinach greens, with meat bits, onions and peppers

They roused me from my troubled dreams

Sniff...sniff...mmmm :)

Mama's cooking….

With that special ingredient

That makes everything ok

My tummy rumbled and yearned

For some bammie and fried plantains

My tummy called to me and yelled

"Wake Up! Mama's cooking!

Go get yours before it's gone...

And Big Sis has taken it all!"

 

I wait in bed, eyes closed,

Recognising the familiar scents

Until the combination

Is right for me to rise to the table

I hear the kettle boiling

The clink of pots, pans and cutlery

Of Mama moving about downstairs

These are the familiar Saturday morning rituals

That marked my childhood

Until now as a grown woman.

 

Ooh, she's done it now!

That's the smell that will get me up

To claim my share

...Hot dumplings, fresh baked out the oven...Oh Yeah!

I toss and turn onto my stomach

As scents assail my nostrils

Slowly, I slide out from under the covers

A toe...an ankle...a calf...a thigh...my bum...

As I eventually fling off the bedspread

 

"An-gel-a... Breakfast!"

"Coming Mum!"

 

I've gone to fill my face

As well as my soul

With Mama's cooking creations

And that extra special secret ingredient of hers

The one that with a taste

Can make it all better

Heal hurts like a kiss, a word...

Like a mother's unconditional love

Like a mother’s understanding hug.

 

©Angela Edgar 2008 taken from INSPIRED

Published by Mad Jock Publishers 2008

All Rights Reserved. Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited




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