Peter Kay’s Car Share (3 tiny poems)

This morning I was interviewed on BBC Hereford & Worcester and BBC WM about being commissioned to write poetry for the Nationwide ad campaign. BBC WM asked me if I wouldn’t mind writing a short poem for them on a subject they were discussing – Peter Kay’s ‘Car Share’. Now I happen to love that programme, so I agreed, and came up with:

Peter Kay’s ‘Car Share’

Thrown together to share a car
They chat and dream and travel far
Kayleigh, John and Forever FM
A situation comedy gem

© Heather Wastie
written for BBC WM 12th April 2017

For the film of the Nationwide ad, I was asked to wear a beanie or bobble hat. During the filming day I got chatting on the subject of hats with a lovely guy from the film company called Jon who inspired this:

Hats

I’m happy in a beanie
And I’m partial to a bobble
For I like to wear a hat that is
Both warm and comfortobble

© Heather Wastie

And for no particular reason, I’ll leave you with this thought:

Important question

Now the Queen’s an oldie
Is she going mouldy?

© Heather Wastie

 

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Squeeze Me, BBC Local Poets commission

This poem was commissioned by BBC Local Radio for National Poetry Day 2016. The brief was for 40 poets across England and the Channel Islands to write from the point of view of a landmark or object associated with the area their BBC Local Radio station covers. For me it was Herefordshire and Worcestershire. You should be able to work out what it’s about, though you may not guess exactly what I’m referring to at the end. I’ve added a note at the bottom of the page so you can see if you guessed correctly!

Squeeze me

Close your eyes,
take me in your hand
and squeeze me.

Am I
the sweet smooth-skinned Sandlin Duchess,
the blushing May Queen,
the mysterious Scotch Bridget, worth keeping,
or Gwendolen, appealing, with a hint of wine?

Am I Dick’s Favourite?
Am I
your favourite?
The apple of your eye?

Feel how small I am,
small but robust,
quality not quantity;
my breeding dictates my destiny,
bittersweet.

Lizzy, Vicky, Gilly,
Amanda, Jane …
when I have matured,
when I have spent time
with Hilda, Lucy, Dora, Jessie,
Hereford, Worcester, Wilfred, Raven,
Darby, Joan …

you will have forgotten my name
but you will thank me
and bless me, dancing and singing,
as you drink from the Wassail cup.

© Heather Wastie
September 2016

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I performed the poem on BBC Hereford & Worcester yesterday, National Poetry Day. To hear my interview and poem, go to around 1:22 of Tammy’s show. I am also just about to post a recording of the poem on Soundcloud


There are 3 sets of names in this poem (in order):

  • eating apple varieties ‘deemed to have originated in Worcestershire’

  • bittersweet cider apples grown in John Worle’s cider apple tree nursery in Herefordshire

  • names given by Westons Cider (Ledbury) to their oak fermenting vats