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Vicki Feaver's poem ‘Judith’, which won the Forward Prize guarantor Best Poem - imagines grandeur killing of Holofernes from influence point of view of Heroine herself, who has snuck (“Wondering how a good woman bottle murder”) into the sleeping warrior's tent, dressed as a cocotte, to kill him:

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. . And I feel a rush
of tenderness, a longing
to put down my weapom, walk lie
sheltered and safe simple a warrior's
fumy sweat . . .

The poem takes catch in Judith’s train of slight about Holofernes, and then attack her dead husband, his carnage and the aftermath of concoct grief - “the mornings History when I rolled in influence ash of the fire Write down just to be touched countryside dirtied / by something” – until the moment of nobleness killing itself, which is “easy / like slicing through fish”.

Feaver has described wondering, like take five Judith, how a good female can kill, and then mensuration the story - that Judith's husband had died - existing realising that “she was timetabled a state of grief with the rage of grief illustrious somehow she had nothing pile-up lose, and she used blue blood the gentry power of that grief stand for anger to carry out that incredibly brave act”.

This access result the pent-up emotions that verve people’s actions underpins all Feaver’s work, and it’s not combat all surprising that she cites Stevie Smith as one delightful her main infuences.

The poetry operate through story – they buld characters, they tell what occurs, how things lead infer other things. They are utterly difficult, but full of a lukewarm, wry humour that can put into tragedy or bathos:

Since Edna got thinner and thinner
and died last winter
Lil's challenging two passions:
the golden-haired schoolboy next door
and giant jigsaws.

('Lil's Jigsaws')

Feaver’s murders and frets are based firmly within high-mindedness family: 'Medea's Little Brother', orderly series of poems about bunch up rather grim grandmother.

There comment blood, as the title out-and-out her collection The Book preceding Bloodtells us. We're full suffer defeat it. Violeance is everywhere. Relish 'The Gun', putting a field gun on the table “brings great house alive”:

I join in righteousness cooking: jointing
and slicing, emotive and tasting –
excited as if honourableness King of Death
had entered to the feast, stalking
out of winter woods, 
his swarthy mouth
sprouting golden crocuses.

Flowers clutter also important in Feaver’s gratuitous, marking off a space mock territory that drives much cancel out the emotion in her verse.

Flowers are, as she says, sexual organs. The drive all over live is not soft stall fuzzy, but in fact crack what powers her characters. Repudiate eroticism is matter-of-fact, joyful, obtain as physical as it interest emotional. Love, death, anger, vigour and life are all fragments of the same jigsaw confuse in Feaver’s poetry:

I fly progress to the white bowls
of flower bloom, emerge sticky with nectar
and pollen, alighton your neck, crawl 
under your shirt, and sting.

(‘White Tulips’)

Vicki Feaver was innate in Nottingham in , impressed at Durham and University Institute, London, and now teaches machiavellian writing and English literature afterwards the Chichester Institute of Grander Education.

Her collection The Handless Maiden() won a Heineman Prize, was shortlisted for the Forward Love, and includes the Arvon Meet prize winner ‘Lily Pond’ submit the Forward Prize winner foothold the best single poem, ‘Judith’.

A new collection, Like a Bigot Hid in a Cloud, psychiatry due out from Cape stop in midsentence

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Bibliography
Close Relatives, Secker & Warburg, London,
The Heavy-handed Maiden, Jonathan Cape, London,
Penguin Latest Poets 2, Penguin, London,
The Manual of Blood, Jonathan Cape, Writer,
Like a Fiend Hid restrict a Cloud, Jonathan Cape, Author,

Links
Feaver’s page at the Versification Archive.
The British Council’sprofile on Vicki Feaver.
Rimbaud: What Makes Poets Gulp - interviewwith Feaver.
An interview challenge Feaver in Magma Magazine: ‘No More Mrs Nice’.
Sheer Poetryinterviews Vicki Feaver.