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Cheval 11 (Paperback)
Michael Muia, Katya Johnson, Thomas Tyrrell; Edited by Aida Birch
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A music scholar makes an unlikely friend in a retired sea captain.
In the trenches in WW1 France, a soldier befriends a young Tommy
before they both go over the top. A poet uses sumptuous imagery to
take us on a journey from summer to autumn. For eleven years the
Terry Hetherington Young Writers Award has provided a platform for
emerging young writers from and living in Wales. In this skillful
and diverse collection of stories and poems, we celebrate the very
best entries to this year's award.
Now gather round and lend an ear, For there's a ballad I would
sing, Of famous Captain Avery And how he went a-pirating. Brave,
anarchic folk heroes or cruel, black-hearted villains? In the long
violent history of piracy, the men and women who roamed the oceans
under the black flag have been both of these and all shades of
chivalry and chicanery in between. Now Thomas Tyrrell's debut
collection, The Poor Rogues Hang, written with the rhythmic swagger
of the ballad and the shanty, retells the stories of the intrigues,
robberies and murders of the most notorious pirates, freebooters,
sea rovers, corsairs, buccaneers, marauders and all-round bad eggs
from the 'golden age' of piracy and beyond. You may have heard of
Blackbeard or Captain Kidd, but did you know about Grainne Mhaol,
the Irish pirate queen? Did you know pirates once kidnapped Julius
Caesar? Tyrrell illuminates their savage, surprising and
little-known careers using a pleasing variety of poetic forms,
numbering among them ballads, ballades, blank verse, fourteeners,
quatrains, sapphics, sonnets, syllabics, and even free verse. So
splice the mainbrace, set sail and join him as he delves into the
sour history of piracy's entanglement with the slave trade, the
surprisingly democratic way a pirate ship was run and the social
injustices and human failings that drove men to a life from which
there was no turning back until the inevitable violent end. Drink
up me hearties, yo ho!
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