They mostly lasted well. Two poems survive - or they did until last week anyway. One outside 'Mecca' cafe, and another on the post of one of our pedestrian crossings.
It was gratifying to spot locals and visitors pause to read the poems. And frustrating to see some people walk right over the large chalked words on the pavement saying 'STOP - Poem!' with arrows even pointing the way. Amazing, bewildering and frankly a little upsetting to see people so blinkered. Something more 'in your face' next time, perhaps!
Not all of the poems that were put up are featured here, but a selection.
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| King Edward Parade |
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| Mecca Cafe |
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| Near the library |
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| Bandstand near the library |
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| Outside 'The Stone Oven' cafe, central Devonport |
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| A bookshop without a sense of humour - this one didn't last long, sadly |
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| Poem on a bench, King Edward Parade |
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| Local poet Rita Fought's 'Ode to Devonport', Kin Parade |
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| A call to passersby! |
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| My childrens' favourite tree Tree here is a Kingdom a Queendom a planet arms, feet, legs of a secret world. around, in, out, down reaching, reaching twisting, twining never just always a tree © Naomi Madelin 2011 |
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| Christmas/New Year Tree : Dinah Hawken (C) |
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| Sadly the wharf's security guards didn't deem our residents worth of inspirational words - they washed this off quite early the following morning This city doth like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning |
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| The first poem I put up - I soon got better and knots, and neater with string! |
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| The last survivor on Devonport Wharf! water line a chorus of shells in many parts (c) Naomi Madelin 2010 |
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| Thanks to Bill Manhire for agreeing to let me post a couple of his wonderful poems |
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| Windsor Reserve was a good location - the poems were enjoyed for a long time here |
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 Chalking was a buzz - and you can write nice and large! I'll definitely do it again. |
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| No security guards at the clock, this was allowed to wear off in its own good time! |
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| The vicar at All Saints agreed to have this poem in the memorial garden there - right where it belongs. Thanks to local poet Deborah Jones(c) |
