Inside Poetry: Voices From Prison

Inside Poetry: Voices From Prison

Prison and poetry don’t seem like two words that fit together. Prison and drugs would be more obvious. Or prison and violence. Or maybe prison and cockroaches. Badly run prisons with badly behaved prisoners, like Birmingham recently or Liverpool not so long ago or Exeter, give all prisoners a bad name. But there is another side to the story. This year I’ve edited a collection of poetry written by prisoners. It’s the seventh volume published by Inside Time the national newspaper for prisoners where all the poems have already appeared. This volume covers four years. With Victoria Grey, of the charity Give a Book, I’ve chosen the best. It also has the first Pinter prize in honour of playwright, Harold Pinter and given by his widow Antonia Fraser. It’s good to look behind the obvious, and these 200 pages show men and women who feel love, shame, joy, terrible sadness and hope for a better future. There is anger too, but often against themselves. How could they have got to where they are? These poems tell more about life behind bars than a hundred television reports or newspaper articles. A free copy of the book is in every prison library and it can also be ordered from Inside Time (£9.99).

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A Writer's Story

A little girl crawls through coils of barbed wire decorated with a skull and crossbones. ‘A sign shouts ‘Unexploded bombs!’ A thirteen year old boy climbs into the back of an abandoned car in a field and prepares for the long night. A hugely pregnant young Englishwoman lies on a couch with a view of the Mediterranean. She is dictating a script to a famous film star who leaps round the furniture. A young soldier boards ship, part of a defeated army, and as he waves farewell, screaming out the names of the dead to the jagged coast, a shell blows away his arm. A woman, no longer young, looks beyond bars to the sky, while a choir of prisoners sing ‘I believe…’
Fact and Fiction. Fiction and Fact.
A distinguished peers’s trousers fall down during a royal ceremony in Windsor Castle.
I could go on. But now I’m publishing ‘A Writer’s Story.’