Review: Feverfew by Anna Saunders (Indigo Dreams Publishing, 2021)

peterawriter's avatarPeter/A/Writer

That Feverfew, the sixth and latest poetry collection from Anna Saunders, is laced with quality – at times luxury – is easily evidenced. What is more difficult to explain, though ironically it may be inherent in its stylish packaging, is the exquisite economy and value to be found in this publication.

In large part this may be attributable to the presence of forty one poems within a physical book-space of proportions which seem incapable of holding such an amount of treasure. Yet there is nothing cramped or cheap about its presentation. I guess the publisher Indigo Dreams must be due credit for the practical side of this, the design and typesetting, as indeed must the poet for composing poems which fit so well to the page.

Of greater importance, however, is the discovery that this collection has a literary and sensory quality which (like the divine accused characterised in…

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There Once Was A Cat

RedCat's avatarThe world according to RedCat

Geri – Kerfe Roig


There once was a striped cat.
Sleeping peacefully in the sun on a doormat.
When he was awakened by a man in cravat.
Later he told me that,
I should have been suspicious of the top hat.
But frankly I thought he was playing an aristocrat.

They started to chitchat.
About sunspots and why he preferred the taste of mice over rats.
Then the man started to scratch his ears and his head pat.
Before the cat knew what the man was aiming at.
He felt himself squashed flat.
He was trapped within a chapeau claque.

The man was an unskilled magician that,
had promised a rich lady he could make a cat appear from his hat

Imagine the lady’s surprise when he produced her own sweet puss angry as a wildcat.

©RedCat


I took this opportunity to write another story for children in poetry form…

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April poetry challenge day 6

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

This poem was inspired by all three pieces of art. You can see them here and read all the contributions to Paul’s ekphrastic challenge.

Earth-tangle
Inspired by all three paintings, by Jane Cornwell, John Law and Kerfe Roig

We tangle things with less artistry than nature,
the rights and the wrongs,
make humanity a moral question.

We twist genes and patterns to suit,
reject the unwanted, unfashionable,
regardless of species,

the earth is in chains drawn by fellow men
and the beasts we took from the plains
and caged in breeding pens,

sky is wired, plotted, satellite-droned,
watched, observed, tracked,
and the skeins are fewer every season.

Yet in the tangled wasteland
beneath the web of wires,
the cycles still turn blossom to berry,

and unobserved,
the small insignificant things
slip beneath the net.

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Homeless: Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 6

merrildsmith's avatarYesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

She’s small, like a little mouse, curled into a recess
empty-bellied, shivering,
the newspaper not much insulation—old news–

homelessness. And if it’s new to her, the whys are not—
her stepdad’s roving hands, no work, the cries within her head. . .

in a fitful sleep, she dreams of spring,
filling her small rodent body with tender berries and leaves—
all the people gone, their power plants silent, and she is at peace.

For Paul Brookes Ekphrastic Challenge. My poem is inspired by the two images above. You can see all of the art and poems on the Wombwell Rainbow site. All of these poems are first drafts, and I’ve revised this one since I sent it to Paul yesterday, so this version is different from the one on his site. This is also for NaPoWriMo.

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Day 6. My annual National Poetry Month 2021 ekphrastic challenge is a collaboration between artists John Law, Kerfe Roig, Jane Cornwell, and writers David Hay, Ankh Spice, Jane Dougherty, Redcat, Jayaprakash Satyamurthy, A L E K , Su Zi, Anne Arbuthnot, Simon Salento, Elizabeth Moura, Tim Fellows, Anjum Wasim Dar, Tony Walker, Fernando Huerto, and myself. April 6th

Day 6

KR6_geri_wombwell

Geri

-Kerfe Roig

JL6 Homeless

Homeless

-John Law

JC6

-Jane Cornwell

On a Silk Thread
(in response to JC 6)

She balances on a silk thread,
good at games of hiding and seeking.
When light bleeds through the cracks,
she becomes darkness,
swallows the sun when shadows overtake her.

When I close my eyes I am her,
luminescent,
floating through rooms,
inspiring love.

With eyes open,
I teeter on a pane of glass,
blemished and cautious,
poised on the edge of a life unrequited.

If you stay with me,
if I fall into midnight wrapped in your arms,
if you watch me dream
and pretend to love me,
maybe I will wake up transformed,
holding the sun in unscathed hands.

-Susan Richardson

Unstuck
What kind of night is best,
I ask the mouse,
for a harvest? The stars
were supposed to know
but they stopped speaking to us
when our unsleeping cities
shouted them down. From space
we must be a constant howl. Why
would anything keep raising
its voice. I’m not sure how far I ran
or who was more surprised
to find a warm parcel of pulse out here
wrapped tight against the engine
of his breath. But his fur makes jewels
of my question, condensed
to something real and delicate
for him to carry. I feel it leave me, the quick oil
of him flows the race of thorns, cogs born
to tick the forage. I will lie down
in the weeds, tell him everything
I’m still so hungry
to say before I go. Watch
the deft weave of his gathering
wipe free all my want
on the poke of many needles
that never touch him once.

-Ankh Spice

There Once Was A Cat

There once was a striped cat.
Sleeping peacefully in the sun on a doormat.
When he was awakened by a man in cravat.
Later he told me that,
I should have been suspicious of the top hat.
But frankly I thought he was playing an aristocrat.

They started to chitchat.
About sunspots and why he preferred the taste of mice over rats.
Then the man started to scratch his ears and his head pat.
Before the cat knew what the man was aiming at.
He felt himself squashed flat.
He was trapped within a chapeau claque.

The man was an unskilled magician that,
had promised a rich lady he could make a cat appear from his hat
Imagine the lady’s surprise when he produced her own sweet puss angry as a wildcat.

-©RedCat

Earth-tangle
Inspired by all three paintings, by Jane Cornwell, John Law and Kerfe Roig

We tangle things with less artistry than nature,
the rights and the wrongs,
make humanity a moral question.

We twist genes and patterns to suit,
reject the unwanted, unfashionable,
regardless of species,

the earth is in chains drawn by fellow men
and the beasts we took from the plains
and caged in breeding pens,

sky is wired, plotted, satellite-droned,
watched, observed, tracked,
and the skeins are fewer every season.

Yet in the tangled wasteland
beneath the web of wires,
the cycles still turn blossom to berry,

and unobserved,
the small insignificant things
slip beneath the net.

-Jane Dougherty

When The Cherries Come Back

(Inspired by Jane Cornwell’s 6th Painting)

“Hello blossoms, good day creature.”
Quiver those high-tension wires.
Vibrate, greet, and pass.

Springtime chirps,
cheeps, blooms, plunges, and wanes when
the dour wind’s whim whips everything.

My daughter whispers to her sister,
“See, I told you, they folk back –
those cherries, those flitting lochs of the ravening eyes
of some wood-mouse.”

Perchance, not everything, or perchance, she is right.
Everything does home once more,
and years or eons have gone in-between,
Chernobyls later, cities after;
only two daughters whispering in this field –
their knees drown beneath the blue-green grass,
whispering in the air saying, “Hello. Goodbye.”

-Kushal Poddar

Inspired by JL6 and JC6

Homeless

She’s small, like a little mouse, curled into a recess
empty-bellied, shivering,
the newspaper not much insulation—old news,
homelessness, but new for her.

Was it her stepdad’s roving hands, the job she lost,
the rent she owed? Perhaps she was mentally ill, a veteran, a drug addict–
or you.

In a fitful sleep, she dreams of spring,
filling her small rodent body with tender berries and leaves—
all the people gone, their power plants silent.

-Merril D Smith

Homeless

It was here, well, just up there
that he last worked. Windows boarded
up where he spent time watching
people passing by. Making up stories
about their lives. Trying to avoid thinking
about his next drink. A distraction.

He’d stopped thinking about drink
long ago. Stuck in this underpass;
grimy, damp, and occasional wind tunnel.
Wandering the soiled streets by day.
He sometimes fantasised about being
a tramp, a hobo from his childhood.

Wandering the countryside, feasting
on wild fruit and stealing vegetables
from a farmer’s garden like Peter Rabbit.
Fashioning a home from branches
and leaves, sleeping to the hoots
of owls and screeching fox.

Hoots of derision and screeching tyres.
A cat that crossed the underpass
to avoid him. Feasting on bin leftovers.
Stealing if he could get away with it.
One day he hoped to wake up
from this nightmare. Or maybe not.

-Tim Fellows

My Orbit

Born into a round world of grasses hung
by a thin thread from a tall stalk. My mam
weaved our home until sharp blades span and wrung
tiny life out of her, shredded our home.

Now I orbit these tall berried bushes, tail
a strand I use as a fourth claw to swing
and reach the succulent spheres, I regale
my fellow mice with tales of mighty things

that stand astride held together by threads,
that spark blue in thunder storms amid flash
and rumble. Never see them move but head
in crowds closer to our homes like blades thrash.

Always what we build is temporary,
Always survive, comfort secondary
-Paul Brookes

Bios and Links

-John Law

“Am 68. Live in Mexborough. Retired teacher. Artist; musician; poet. Recently included in ‘Viral Verses’ poetry volume. Married. 2 kids; 3 grandkids.”

-Jane Cornwell

likes drawing and painting children, animals, landscapes and food. She specialises in watercolour, mixed media, coloured pencil, lino cut and print, textile design. Jane can help you out with adobe indesign for your layout needs, photoshop and adobe illustrator. She graduated with a ba(hons) design from Glasgow School of art, age 20.

She has exhibited with the rsw at the national gallery of scotland, SSA, Knock Castle Gallery, Glasgow Group, Paisley Art Institute, MacMillan Exhibition at Bonhams, Edinburgh, The House For An Art Lover, Pittenweem Arts Festival, Compass Gallery, The Revive Show, East Linton Art Exhibition and Strathkelvin Annual Art Exhibition.

Her website is: https://www.janecornwell.co.uk/

-Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

-Tim Fellows

 is a poet and writer from Chesterfield whose poetry is heavily influenced by his background in the Derbyshire coalfields – family, mining, politics, and that mix of industry and countryside that so many mining areas had. People can email me at timothyjfellows@gmail.com for a copy of the pamphlet or visit http://timfellows13.blogspot.com for recent poems

-Jayaprakash Satyamurthy

is a writer based in Bangalore, India. His books include the novella Strength Of Water (2019) and the poetry collection Broken Cup (2020). He used to write horror, but now it’s anyone’s guess. 

-Anjum Wasim Dar

Born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir,Migrant Pakistani.Educated at St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi. MA in English MA in History ( Ancient Indo-Pak Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English Cambridge UK. -Dip.TEFL AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan.Writing poems articles and stories since 1980.Published Poet.Awarded Poet of Merit Bronze Medal 2000 USA .Worked as Creative Writer Teacher Trainer. Educational Consultant by Profession.Published http://Poet.Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) 7 Times Winner NANOWRIMO 2011- 2019.

-Jane Dougherty

writes novels, short stories and lots of poems. Among her publications is her first chapbook of poetry, thicker than water. She is also a regular contributor to Visual Verse and the Ekphrastic Review. You can find her on twitter @MJDougherty33 and on her blog https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/

-Redcat

RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.

Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.

Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.

Read more at redcat.wordpress.com

-Merril D Smith

is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.

-Tony Walker

By day Tony climbs the greasy pole of clinical hierarchy. Not yet at the top but high enough to feel the pole sway and have his grip challenged by the envious wind of achievement. Looking down on the pates and gazes of his own history, at times he feels dizzy with lonely pride. By night he takes solace, swapping scalpel for scripts and begins his training and climbing again, in the creative world of writing. His writing is an attempt to unify the twenty-four hours. @surgicalscribe seeks to connect the clinical and creative arts of surgery, science and writing. Hoping to do for medicine and surgery through creative writing what Prof Cox has done for physics with television.

So, he practices his art.

-Ankh Spice

 is a sea-obsessed poet from Aotearoa. His work has been widely published internationally, in print and online, and has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He’s a co-editor at Ice Floe Press and a poetry contributing editor at Barren Magazine. You’ll find him and a lot of sea photography on Twitter @SeaGoatScreams or on Facebook @AnkhSpiceSeaGoatScreamsPoetry.

-Simon Williams

lives and works in Edinburgh, where running clears his head and creates space for ideas. He publishes short stories and poems on www.simonsalento.com

-Anne Arbuthnot

·  Poet, Writer, Author, Small Press Publisher/Editor, Mentor/Tutor/Coach

Living a rural life, inspired and surrounded by nature, pondering and writing about life’s many puzzles and complexities, a gentle activist.

·  2008 – current Mansfield A&P Show poetry judge

·  2010 Hay Festival Most Beautiful Tweet shortlist

·  2018 Mansfield Haiku on the Footpath competition winner

·  2020 Mansfield Bushy Tales Poetry Award winner “Musing in the time of Covid”

·  2020 Mansfield Bushy Tales Chapbook contributor

Links

·  Twitter @gentleanne

-Frank Colley

Frank has been writing poems for many years and is a founder member of Mexborough Read to Write group facilitated by Ian Park. His knowledge and skill have increased since being an active member of the group. He had one pamphlet to his name “ Nantcol Sonnets”  9 sonnets one per day of a week camping in wet and windy Wales. (Available on eBay). He has a second pamphlet awaiting publication “The Story of Soldier A” charting his time in the Army and  its aftermath.

Paul Brookes

Paul is a shop assistant, who lives in a cat house full of teddy bears. His first play was performed at The Gulbenkian Theatre, Hull.  His chapbooks include The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS, 2017), Port Of Souls (Alien Buddha Press, 2018), Please Take Change (Cyberwit.net, 2018), Stubborn Sod, with Marcel Herms  (artist) (Alien Buddha Press, 2019), As Folk Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). Forthcoming Khoshhali with Hiva Moazed (artist), Our Ghost’s Holiday (Final book of threesome “A Pagan’s Year”) . He is a contributing writer of Literati Magazine and Editor of Wombwell Rainbow Interviews. Had work broadcast on BBC Radio 3 The Verb and videos of his Self Isolation sonnet sequence featured by Barnsley Museums and Hear My Voice Barnsley. He also does photography commissions and his family history articles have appeared in The Liverpool Family History magazine.

In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~Artists ~Writers~ NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day Five

anjum wasim dar's avatarPOETIC OCEANS

In Response to Jane Cornwells Art Work

Seven Sleepers faith
Kitmeer,all kingdoms revere
Truth manifested.

In Response to John Law’s Art Work

Spirit’s eyes alive
Eden quest in vain, crusades
with trillium leaves.

In Response to Kerfe Roig’s Art Work

Plagued patches,ensnared
humans,confused patterns stuck
beyond moral mend.

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It’s Springtime Again – A Folk Song (with Audio)

RedCat's avatarThe world according to RedCat

Green Man – John Law


Seasons they come, and seasons they go
There’s no need to shed tears for summer
She’ll come come back again, when the flower moon glow
And we’ll dance to magic midsummer

It’s springtime again
It’s springtime again
The green man has brought it back to us
Trees budding again
Grass growing again
Time to plant seeds and be joyous

Seasons they go, and come back again
Though we might forget during winter
But soon there once more be sun in the glen
And we’ll fill the forest with laughter

It’s springtime again
It’s springtime again
The green man has brought it back to us
Trees budding again
Grass growing again
Time to plant seeds and be joyous

©RedCat


It’s Spring Time Again sung acapella by RedCat


For some reason after reading up on the Green Man I started to think about folk songs and ballads…

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Orbiting: Ekphrastic Challenge,Day 5

merrildsmith's avatarYesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

Inspired by KR5 “Orbiting,” and JL5 “Green Man”

Spinning, spinning, spinning—
circles, cycles, ends, beginning—
mortality underpinning
hopes, goals, decisions

to power pose with practiced smile,
and walk her steps and run a mile,
to dial back time, and stay a while
her fear of dying.

But, turning, turning, turning
the Moon still glows, the sun’s still burning,
And see? The green man, he’s returning
to bloom the ground with flowers ‘round

where once all seemed cold and dying,
awakened seeds from dreams untying,
raise their tendrils trying, trying–
seeking warmth and air.

Now the robin sings it clear–
another orbit, another year.

This is for Paul Brookes’ Ekphrastic Challenge. This one was a difficult one for me. The poem is based on the two pieces of art above. To see all the art and poems, visit Wombwell Rainbow. This is also my

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April poetry challenge day 4

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

I wasn’t here yesterday so missed posting the day 4 entry for Paul Brookes’ poetry challenge. The artwork is A Moment of Birth by Kerf Roig.

KR4_moment of birth_wombwell

No going back

 

No moment is ever returned,
no change given, no refunds.

The silver slips through fingers
or is woven into gold cloth.

Time flows, a river of moments
to a sea of seconds, ocean of always.

We run or lurch, drag our feet, crawl,
or we walk with faces lifted to the sky

from that first unconscious moment;
the eternal renewal, advancement, recurrence,
once in motion can never be halted,

and even that first helpless,
screaming cry of refusal
falls on deaf ears.

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