- Presents

Kate Tym

I was born in ‘68
For a poet that is great
As it rhymes with mate and late and date
And state and fate and hate and bait
And rate and plate and ate and gate
Almost too many words to relate
Every day I thank heaven
I wasn’t born in '67!

© Kate Tym 2007

Ex-Random House Commissioning Editor, Kate Tym, has a whole host of published children's books under her belt, she is also a regular on the performance poetry circuit, writes bespoke wedding poetry and appears as part of a comedy-song singing double act called The St. Leonard Twins.

Kate goes once a month to the Conquest Hospital in Hastings to read poetry to stroke patients, as part of the rehabilitative process, through the Arts in Healthcare programme there. She has just been awarded funding, supported by the University of Brighton, to run a poetry-writing project about the experiences/emotions around having/recovering from a stroke.

Kate is a regular on the Women's Institute speaker circuit for East Sussex, and also performs for U3A groups, the National Women's Register, The National Trust Association groups and The National Health Service Retirement Fellowship.

Kate had three poems showcased at the Edinburgh Festival in the Bodygossip show. The performance raised money for BEAT, the leading UK charity for people with eating disorders and their families.

Kate has regularly featured as "story of the week" on the Bodygossip website.

Kate has been showcased as "poet of the month" on the Apples and Snakes website.

The Sump Hunt

My car's sump is broken
My husband has sent me
To a garage in Seaford
To get a salvaged one for
Fifty quid
My friend Claire has come with me
We feel like Thelma and Louise
Two girls in a man's world
It's a dump
The place of the sump
But it's a manly dump
It is covered in tyres
And broken bits of cars
And we like that
There are oily men
In overalls
We smile at them
As we show them the old
Sump off my car
'Here is my sump,' I say provocatively
It is not the same as the spare sump he has
'You've had a wasted journey,' he says
But it is not wasted
For a moment Claire and I felt the power
Of the mechanic's wrench
And our engines quietly purred.

You can now listen to Kate's recordings on YouTube

Kate On You Tube

or see website www.katetym.co.uk

Super Biscuit

Wilbur and me invented a Super Biscuit
We manufactured it in our kitchen
We took a mint-chocolate Matchmaker
And stuffed it inside a Marks and Spencer melt-in-the-mouth biscuit curl
It was a biscuit, but not as we know it
It was Super Biscuit
We bit through the golden shell of the biscuit curl
Into the velvety smoothness of the minty choc
Our biscuit rocked
We felt elated
We rated our biscuit above all others
We were brothers in biscuity arms
We had created a Super Biscuit
Later, on the couch, we argued over who had eaten all the Cheesy Wotsits
I pointed out our Super Biscuit collaboration of earlier in the day
Wilbur relented
Our relationship cemented by the Super Biscuit
We created and ate several more in celebration
Our elation reinvigorated
We were smug inventors of the Super Biscuit
And we felt slightly sick

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