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PETER CASH was born in Lincolnshire on the last day f 1949 and is therefore facing the millennium with mixed emotions. Educated at Skegness Grammar School and Nottingham University, he is now kn his fourteenth year as Head of English Studies and Master in-charge-of 1st XI Cricket at Newcastle-under-Lyme School in Staffordshire.
He won and Eric Gregory Award in 1975 and a prize in the National Poetry Competition in 1982. Lincolnshire Churches is his fifth collection; its predecessor – Fen Poems (Staple First Editions 1992) – was also devoted to his native county.
“In Peter Cash’s poems, patient and unobtrusive networks of rhyme and half-rhyme transform grammatical statement into art . . . The kind of quiet excellence which is usually passed over in poetry competitions, but which is in fact flawless.”Anne Stevenson
CROFT Unfrequented roads run nowhere except into one another. Even where they intersect, signposts can only point forlornly through flat pastures to the slow neglect of All Saints’ Church: a square point of reference on which those doubts – cast by open land and sky – converge. Quite whereabouts my ancestors had dwellings (which made this tower imperative) has – for this half-century, at least – been hard to see: by 1965, too few lived near enough the fête to fill the Vicarage lawn again ... The closed school is an unused ‘hall’; cow-parsley ruminates on Pinchbeck Lane. In fact, I never found a churchyard more confused, worse wrecked – as if the community lost its shape long before its last Searby died. In fact, each grave is nothing but a clever stone made stupid and illegible by rain; nor can the table-tomb under the copper beech – collapsed, embarrassed, vain – be much of a comfort to Jobs in their constant adjustments to loss. Outnumbered children, with a dog, rampage across the sunken moss.