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    Poems from a Melancholic Panda
    Poems from a Melancholic Panda
    Poems from a Melancholic Panda
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    Poems from a Melancholic Panda

    By Kolin Richmond-Hughes

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    Kolin Richmond-Hughes's first collection of poems concerns itself with cats, loss, the environment, gender issues and melancholy.
    He found that writing poetry was a vehicle to channel his anxieties and observations of his personal and external world.
    Brought up in the North West of England, he writes about his own battles with depression and about sexual identity...through a raw and sometimes witty narrative.
    He is an inclusionist poet who strives to bring the reader into his melancholic but hopefully light-hearted world. Poems from a Melancholic Panda is the alter ego inner narrative that gives a voice to these original verses.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin Macauley Publishers
    Release dateNov 29, 2019
    ISBN9781528972499
    Poems from a Melancholic Panda
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    Kolin Richmond-Hughes

    Kolin was born in North West England and studied at Cansfield High School, Wigan Technical College, Winstanley College and South Trafford College. He has worked as a T.V. background artist and a corporate DJ, as well as a civil servant. He lived in Athens for two years, working as a singer and semi-professional dancer. He has spent the last five years writing and addressing personal health issues. The author auditioned for The London Contemporary and The Ballet Rambert. He is a qualified holistic therapist, an advocate of environmental issues, plays the trumpet (strictly for own pleasure), and enjoys 'funky' house parties and quiet nights at home listening to jazz. He finally 'came out' when he was twenty-one.

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      Poems from a Melancholic Panda - Kolin Richmond-Hughes

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      About The Author

      Kolin was born in North West England and studied at Cansfield High School, Wigan Technical College, Winstanley College and South Trafford College. He has worked as a T.V. background artist and a corporate DJ, as well as a civil servant.

      He lived in Athens for two years, working as a singer and semi-professional dancer. He has spent the last five years writing and addressing personal health issues.

      The author auditioned for The London Contemporary and The Ballet Rambert. He is a qualified holistic therapist, an advocate of environmental issues, plays the trumpet (strictly for own pleasure), and enjoys 'funky’ house parties and quiet nights at home listening to jazz. He finally ‘came out’ when he was twenty-one.

      Dedication

      Doreen (Mother)

      Peter (Brother)

      George (Father)

      Live chasing your potential as it burns more calories and is good for the waistline.

      KRH

      Copyright Information ©

      Kolin Richmond-Hughes (2019)

      The right of Kolin Richmond-Hughes to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

      Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

      ISBN 9781528949972 (Paperback)

      ISBN 9781528949989 (Hardback)

      ISBN 9781528972499 (ePub e-book)

      www.austinmacauley.com

      First Published (2019)

      Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd

      25 Canada Square

      Canary Wharf

      London

      E14 5LQ

      Acknowledgements

      Kate Bush and David Sylvian for the musical inspiration. Auntie Lilly for the prayers. Irene Evens for the support. Melanie, Debbie, Mel, Dave, Jamie and Julie for the laughter. Stephen Clayton for the coffee. Jason Wong for getting me back on the road. The Worboys for the permission. Starbloomers for the technical help. Darren, Marcel and Jonty for the fun and Flee, my sadly missed cat.

      Ron in America, Jacquie in Canada, Alexia Vassiliou in Greece…and all my family, the Richmonds, Rippons, Partridges and friends…thank you so much.

      Foreword

      When asked once how do I best describe my poetry, I had to pause for a moment and replied, naive melancholy… with just a hint of optimism. Or possibly, like a shard of light you might see shining through a dark cloud… Or maybe, finding your favourite choccy biscuits have been reduced in price just as you start your diet.

      Poetry can be found in everything; always have a pencil and paper with you at all times; it is a fleeting narrative of a fleeting moment and a poet is but a songwriter who can’t afford the musicians.

      Poetry to me is a literary validation of a moment… I hope you enjoy my shared moments.

      KRH

      The River Folk

      In the cold dead of night…

      And the fishes’ eyes closed tight.

      The shimmer from the platinum moon…

      Indicate the river folk will be here soon.

      For in the dead of night…

      …and the fishes have little to bite.

      Nothing is quite as it seems

      The ‘voices’ from the rivers and streams.

      The Geese and the Mallards are in the know,

      As they transport the river folk to and fro.

      Dancing and skipping, singing silent songs…

      Only the cry of the vixen indicates something is wrong!

      For these are the river folk,

      Who deliver your dreams?

      In the inky black night

      From the rivers and streams.

      Love To The Sea

      I send my love to the sea

      From whence I last saw thee

      I made a deposit in Dogger Bank

      To the very place my lover sank

      Oh Grim Reaper Grim Reaper for I am lost

      Landlocked in the mist, sea, fog and frost

      The soul of my lover is now Neptune’s host

      I am but a shadow… a soulless ghost

      Landlocked I roam the hills and the vales.

      My lover lost in the haze and prevailing gales.

      A watery grave is the ocean’s gain…

      It will never relinquish my aching pain!

      Oh fishes of the night please protect his soul.

      Deliver him unto me in dreams as I get old.

      He will swim with the dolphins happy

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