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Friends, I'm thrilled to begin this new week by shining the spotlight on the talented, Peter Devonald. Peter is an award-winning poet who hails from Manchester UK. Please enjoy his poems "Aglow In April," "The Dance," and "Blue Yonder." Thank you, Peter, for sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series! Aglow In April Life perforated with a dotted line, fragile, tearable, just hanging there, fractured, caught between two fragile sleeps, confused, a life opening and closing with a kiss. Life is tactile wounds, visceral and guilty, the passing of survival in deciduous dreams, a fox caught out by bright car lights in the street, eyes wild bright and confused, vivid incandescence. Spotlight shines on each of other briefly, luminosity witnesses the transitory passing of a memory, eclipsed. Slow-motion statuesque shadows passively watch on, authenticate falling stars, burning with perilous intent. Meanwhile the dotted line is torn recklessly, embellished, a glimpse of twilight realisations as it all fades to black. The Dance 10. Passing on through, dancing, the more I remember, the more I forget. The sea, the sea, I see you standing there, waiting for me, backlit and beautiful, walking silhouettes, loved, the last refuge. 9. I wonder what could have been, could still be, oceans and tides, hills and sunsets echo folly and regrets, a thousand beautiful memories of you, nights embraced, bewitched, handstitched, we were far more than shadows, fleeting. 8. Remember all the kisses, silences after endings, clocks tick goodbyes, goodbyes, your eyes, your eyes, shine so alive, will we ever be back here again, again? 7. I made you shine, laugh and flourish, hard round edges, shoulders loosen, soften, soften, your cheeks red and flushed, I love you, I love you. 6. Your hair, soft apple blossom, white wine cooled in river flowing, flowing to the sea. 5. The joy of knowing, lucky me, leaving you, time ticking, ticking, time is a ghost --- 4. Beeps and whistles, avoid the thistles, nettles sting, choir sings. 3. Distant longing, leaving the space between. 2. Hold my hand, please, one last chance, 1. The dance of roses, carousels, sunsets… Blue Yonder Deepest blue, ravishing red, spirals of black, sketches of memories, blueprints of desire, ideas, notions and concepts fly, fail and fall, impressions of a half-remembered dream, an isolated past, tragedy of scars softly spoken, follow them like braille to the heart of me, profound, enigmatic and deeply flawed, tragedy shines out with deeper meaning, half-formed victims of our own imagination, extraordinary futures rise miraculous from fallen canvasses as frantic fluttering birds, searching for bright distant flickering lights, suggestions of forever in your fragile eyes, a memory of loss, rising angels shining blue. Manchester UK based Peter Devonald is a multi-award-winning poet/screenwriter, published in over a hundred journals including five Broken Spine anthologies, Alchemy Spoon, London Grip, Dreich, and Door Is A Jar. Winner Broken Spine's Reader’s Choice Award 2025, Loft Books Best Poem 2025, Waltham Forest, Heart Of Heatons 2023 & 2021, joint winner FofHCS, runner-up Shelley Memorial, and N2tS 2024. Finalist Tickled Pink ekphrastic, commended Bermondsey and Beyond 2025, Hippocrates, and Passionfruit Review, shortlisted OxCanalFest 2024, Saveas & Allingham 2023. Nominated Forward Prize, two BestOfNet, and Poet in Residence Haus-a-Rest. 50+ film awards, former senior judge/mentor Peter Ustinov Awards (iemmys), and Children’s Bafta nominated. Facebook: @pdevonald BSky: @pdevonald.bsky.social Instagram: @peterdevonald Twitter/X: petedevonald  Comments are closed.
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SHINE - International Poetry Series
From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is my honor to provide a home for their words through SHINE Poetry Series.
NOW IN PRINT!
Stars Over the Dordogne
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