We're seriously looking forward to our first event of 2018, which showcases two brilliant new voices and, it so happens, brings together two poets born in Northern Ireland. Plus it's a chance to hear the work of our current Fenland Poet Laureate... don't miss it!

23rd January - Kate Caoimhe Arthur and Susannah Dickey

Kate Caoimhe Arthur was born in Northern Ireland and now lives in Cambridgeshire with her family. She is the current Fenland Poet Laureate, having won the competition with the poem ‘Tree’, published in The Fenland Reed.

'Where most poems celebrated the wide openness of the fens landscape, this poem engaged with the negative implications of not being able to hide within it.'  Fenland Poet Laureate judges, on ‘Tree’

Susannah Dickey's first pamphlet, I had some very slight concerns, was published by The Lifeboat in 2017. Her poetry has been published in Ambit and Poetry Ireland Review, and is forthcoming in The White Review. She is studying for an MA in Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths.

'Susie writes imaginatively expansive poems that take the usual world hostage, to somewhere unrecognisable, on the brink of nervous laughter. They also tend to be written in long prose lines, which, if you think about it, is better value for money.'  Jack Underwood



TREE


Running is never enough
I am listening for the sound
of the ground saying Here
or perhaps a bird flight
arching above it or light pool
from a shaft of sun 
Home. Where can I plant us.
Follow the lockspit
to the elbow of the fen
Looking for a clearing
or a piece of scrub
Where I can dig a hole,
a burrow, damp with dew
An oak tree, wrecked by wind
I found it, and a red fox 
white tailed
Why must I be an animal
To hide in this place

In our bed, these nights
I dig into you with
fingers, tongue, nails.

Kate Caoimhe Arthur



I HAVE A REASON FOR ASKING BUT I’D RATHER NOT SHARE

A beloved and famous horse 
was found shot. Its legs
were stiff and pointed
at the sky and in the grainy
photos in the local paper
it resembled a toast rack. 
It was buried in a hollowed 
out grand piano; the only
thing large enough
to accommodate its body. 
The body of the piano, 
the shape of a sock puppet
in use, was lined with fur.
A small girl – I don’t know 
who she belonged to – tugged
my arm and said ‘Will he 
still get to race in heaven?’ 
and I said, because it was 
raining, ‘Horses don’t go 
to heaven. What are you –
stupid?’

Susannah Dickey



Event Information and Venue

We continue at our new home of CB2 for Autumn 2017-Summer 2018. Events will be on the fourth Tuesday of each month at 8pm. Doors open from 7.30pm; ask for the sign-up sheet to secure one of our strictly-2-minute open mic slots. (N.B. it's first-come-first-served, though slots may well still be available at 8pm). All events are £5 / £4 concessions, payment by cash on entry. The venue is the lovely CB2 Bistro Café on Norfolk Street, which has a great bar/café where you can get all manner of drinks, cakes and savoury delights with a discount on meals for CB1 Poetrygoers. Here is our venue information page. Now, we realise there is a slight possibility of confusion, so to be clear... we are still called CB1 Poetry, but we are at CB2 Café and not at our origin/namesake of CB1 Café, formerly of Mill Road. Good to get that off our chest...