The English Strain (Shearsman Books) by Robert Sheppard & Bad Idea (KFS Press) by Robert Sheppard

tearsinthefence's avatarTears in the Fence

This, I’d say, is uniquely charged, recondite poetry that both hovers over and sharply reenvisages the English sonnet in a nearly scholarly way, but is also remarkably engaging, bawdy, risqué and contemporary. The two books are complementary and contribute to a trilogy, full titleEnglish Strain,of which the pendingBritish Standardsmarks the third part.

The effort is marked by interwoven threads, as it were. The roots of the project pertain to the rewriting, dubbing or transposing of sonnets, setting up with Petrarch’s third, reproduced here, but thence moving on to other notables of the English form: Wyatt, Surrey, Milton, Charlotte Smith and Elizabeth Barrett Browning for the Shearsman volume, and Michael Drayton, rather underrated, forBad Idea.

The whole is a highly unusual combination of ribaldry and finesse. It’s also pretty much all in the sonnet form of the Petrarchan variety, which for all its stateliness risks…

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#NationalGardeningWeek poetry and artwork challenge. Tuesday 27th Take A Mindful Moment in your garden, what can you hear, what new things can you see? Please DM me if you wish to submit, or contact me via my WordPress blog.

Maggs Garden

-Maggs Vibo

Spring Rain

birds flutter
down from the
great Pagoda –
winged raindrops
dripping to earth,
waking it with
their words, soaking
the lawn in song.
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My Garden of Nations

Japanese cherry blossom tree boughs bend with heavy pink flowers
Scottish rowan beside waits patient till autumn to spout red berries
Canadian copper beech burnished maroon leaves adorns the fall
English beech its resplendent cream and green, lush to behold.

The summer flowers beds dipping colours vie for their global share
Peonies from China luscious pinks and blues fill the beds so fair
Tulips from Persia stand tall of every hue swaying in the spring breeze
The Anthurium shows Hawaiian hospitality vivid, colouring the borders
The Turkish Hyacinth argues with eastern Carnation, perfume spilling.

Purple, pink Himalayan Rhododendrons riotous wild all over, calling
Inside my peaceful abode subtropical Indian Jasmine lifts the spirit
The pure white blossom fragrances, enhances, soothes a busy life
Mexican Yucca plant flourishes green its pale tendrils swirls neat
Fiscus, money plants, a greenery to calm the plastic materialism.

Nature enthrals within and without, a bounty gleaned for all mankind
Gems unrivalled, colour enriches us from all corners of the world.

-Leela Soma

Daisies

Pluck all on the lawn, turn my back and more
appear. I should poison them all, be rid.
But, I do not want to open the door
of making our cats ill, always a fear.

Whenever a child dies God sprinkles earth
with Daisies. Freya’s favourite flower.
I would slaughter innocents for the worth
of a pure lawn. It’s within my power

to purify the green destroy yellow.
I deem, dictate what’s a weed and what’s not.
Perhaps, I should rewild a bit, allow
Daisies in only one part of my plot.

Delusions of grandeur, an obsessive
space manipulator, an oppressive.

-Paul Brookes

Bios and Links

-Maggs Vibo

has art forthcoming in the winnow magazine, experimental poetry with Coven Poetry, visual poetry in Steel Incisors and object poetry in the Poem Atlas ‘aww-struck’ exhibition. Her most recent hybrid is currently available at Ice Floe Press and published anthologies include Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 (January, 2021) and ‘My teeth don’t chew on shrapnel’: an anthology of poetry by military veterans (Oxford Brookes, 2020). She tweets @maggsvibo with website and other social sites at poemythology.com.

Day 27. My annual National Poetry Month 2021 ekphrastic challenge is a collaboration between artists John Law, Kerfe Roig, Jane Cornwell, and writers Ankh Spice, Jane Dougherty, Redcat, Jayaprakash Satyamurthy, Simon Williams, Susan Richardson, Tim Fellows, Anjum Wasim Dar, Tony Walker, Merril D Smith, and me. April 27th

Day 27

JC27

-Jane Cornwell

KR27_reticulation #2_wombwell

Reticulation

-Kerfe Roig

JL27 Stonechat At Spurn

Stonechat At Spurn

John Law

First gather your ingredients

A lattice of early light. Butter soft. You’d approve
that today is barely awake and already busy
baking – a dawn insistent
on offering us something well-mixed. Oh sweet, yes,
but still raw. This is the part, I think, where we’re allowed
to lick the bowl clean and never be full.
Your hand in mine is a twitchy animal
from another world, all its hollow armour worn now
on the outside. The baker drizzles her spoon
across the bed, basting well, and inside its shell some scanty meat
is juiced through and through with sunlight – in the world
I am imagining they loll out tongues and gulp it down greedy
like plants. In the world I am imagining, every day the sun rises
is a feast. I fit the whorled planet of my thumb’s tip
into the snuffbox at your wrist, stir up the motes
that have gathered there, excited to be free
of the flesh. Your pulse shivers your leaves, causes murmuring
in the populace – until now it’s been as reliable
as celsius, each stir of the batter meaning
be patient, love, for the cake. Oh how you celebrated
everything I was, now it’s my turn – me, on this day
so eager to begin she forgot her apron
and doesn’t care one whit for the mess. The blinds open,
you’re alight, sparks unsnuffed and streaming
to find the window and I’m not sure
if the sound that fills the room means I’m singing
or making my wish.

-Ankh Spice

Tim Fellows says of the following poem:

It’s in “Mirrored Fib” format. Each line has the number of syllables in the Fibonacci sequence, which is linked to the natural spiral seen in spider’s webs and many other natural structures.

The Trap

Web
lies
waiting
poised to host
a careless victim;
struggling in vain to save its life.
Would I watch, wondering whether I should intervene
if anything were caught within that sticky trap, break apart the web, or simply snap
the thinnest threads that hold the insect in its place, to free it from its jail, liberate
before Arachne wins the deadly race, but perhaps
its translucent wings are broken,
and, deprived of all
nutrition,
spider
would
die.

-Tim Fellows

Rete

Jewelled meadow, diamond-strung with laced nets,
early morning before the sun slides over each surface
and sharpens it to one definition alone,
capture and filter the light.

Spider-spun ephemera, fading in fierce beams,
spin their delicate patterns from stalk to stem,

a web of functional beauty,
crafted with unconscious skill,

unlike the ocean-dragging nets that empty the seas,
the criss-cross trails that drag the blue from the sky,
the endlessly orbiting rubble
that threads the night with the mark of death.

-Jane Dougherty

Maze

(Inspired by Kerfe Roig’s 27th Painting – Reticulation)

Our lamp lights up the maze
of one ever zealous spider.
Light, that molten metal,
streams from the outer rim to the centre
where the creator awaits for its prey;
this is the time of vesper;
God devours my mother’s prayers and belches.
I wonder how far her phrasing and diction,
the way she susurrates the prayers now,
and what I do not listen, although I hear,
have gybed askew from
the ones she heard her mother murmuring.
The scent of silage permeates in the indoor air;
I invite sleep, but dare not host it,
because my mother always says,
never fall asleep at this time.
I stare into the spider’s reticulation, into the void,
recollect the memory of my mother’s death.

-Kushal Poddar

netted (KR27)
silk stitched enchantment
summer flower unfolding
most delicate of touches

-Simon Williams

Deep Roots

-Susan Richardson

Based on Reticulation by Kerfe Roig and Jane Cornwall’s art for the day

Weave

Interwoven. strand and strand
Under and over and right and left and
Interwoven. hand in hand
Living and dying breathing and leaving

We: a latticework
For beauty, for strenght
Because we cannot be
Any other way

Interwoven. thread and thread
Angle and arc conjunction and disjunction and
Interwoven. skin to skin
Even through walls or gloves even over miles or years

We: woven together
By nature, by will
Even the solitary, even the outcast
Is part and parcel. Remember this.

-Jayaprakash Satyamurthy

Inspired by KR27 and JC27

Patterns

Recurring patterns, the leopard’s spots,
my cat’s dark stripes against the grey
the rings on snakes, the turtle’s shell–say

a spider’s web, or a snowflake falling,
the same skills in an artist’s drawings,

but each unique.

Individual thoughts, lives, memories,
we weave together—make a plait,
a history of this, or wait,

use a net to catch and hold,
the good, the bad, the horrid, the bold
lies and truth, untold and told—

the net cast on the water
to find treasure for our sons and daughters,

and if we never catch that elusive fish,
the legendary—still we wish,

and see the sun-caught sparkling blue
alive with light and promise, so, too

an outstretched hand
held out again and again, unplanned

a recurring pattern through generations
woven in and out of hopes and dreams.

Love. Not always what it seems,

caught in a net. Sometimes it’s more.

-Merril D Smith

Net Works

net works

-Tony Walker

As Stonechat

checks pulse of the world, its call two pebbles
struck together, a spider tests along
its reticulation, tautness, careful
to sense rhythm of prey’s struggle free song.

Blacky-top, Chickstone, Furze Chitter, Stonesmith.
Stanechacker, Stane Chipper kals with Satan
in language of stones, a heartbeat, a riff
felt through skin, vivid communication.

Once it was said this Robin sized bird packs
A drop of Devil’s blood and any harm
it came to meant Devil breaking your back.
Perches on top of stalks and spins it’s yarn.

Hold both science and folklore together.
Stories enrich all life, make sense better.

-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

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.

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Simon Warwick Beresford

Simon Warwick Beresford

was born, grew up and lives in the East Midlands of England but plans on moving to Scotland soon. He went to University in Luton, where he studied BA(hons) Advertising & Marketing Communications and achieved a 2:1.
When he’s not writing (and sometimes when he is), Simon works as a Care Team Leader.

The Interview

  1. When and why did you start writing poetry?

When I was 11, we had to write a poem for harvest festival, for school. My poem was read out by the Teacher, Mr Sutcliffe and it made everyone laugh. It was s’posed to be funny so that was a good start. One girl, Gemma was in absolute hysterics. I enjoyed the positive attention so that’s why I decided to become a Poet. So really it’s Mr Sutcliffe’s and Gemma’s fault.

2. Who introduced you to poetry?

Mr Sutcliffe was the first person to get me to write some but I had already read lots before that. Mostly Dr. Seuss books from the town library. So I guess my Parents, who took me there.

3. How aware are and were you of the dominating presence of older poets traditional and contemporary?

Most of the best known poets are dead if that’s what you mean but that’s okay I’ll be dead one day too. Hope I’m well known before then, of course.

4. What is your daily writing routine?

Ha! I wouldn’t claim to write daily. Sure sometimes I’ll write 3+ poems in a day. Maybe even for a few days in a row. Other times it might be once a week or even less. As for routine, I write when I have the mood, the time and the inspiration! So not really any routine. I write at home, I write at work, I write when walking or on the bus or a train…

5. What subjects motivate you to write?

Well I think I’m best known for my narrative horror poems and I guess reading and watching horror has given me plenty of ideas over the years. Of course I can be inspired by all kinds of things though. A pretty girl, a flower, a sunset… Any of that usual Poet stuff, plus some quite random shit.

6. What is your work ethic?

An interesting question containing two of my least favourite words. I guess it’s something along the lines of: I’ve not written for a while, so I guess I should. I give myself vague deadlines for when I want a book done by and an idea of how long I want that book to be and then I get on with it at a suitable pace and of course life throws other things at me but I can usually find time to poem when I’m not too stressed.

7. How do the writers you read when you were young influence your work today?

All our experiences influence who we are and thus what we do.  Dr. Seuss certainly gave me a love of rhythm and rhyme.

I s’pose I was mostly into fantasy books as a child and you’ll see fantasy elements in many of my poems.

8. Whom of today’s writers do you admire the most and why?

S. Alessandro Martinez because his horror poems are very good, I’m glad to say they’re also very different to mine, and his horror novel Helminth is a Lovecraftian masterpiece! He’s clearly read (and maybe watched) a lot because he really knows the horror genre.

9. Why do you write, as opposed to doing anything else?

I think I have a natural talent for poetry, well polished after many years practice, and a desire to be famous, for something worth being famous for. It’s the gift I have, that I’ve chosen to share because I think I’d do worse if I chose something else like drawing or singing. I enjoy those two examples but I’m better at the poetry. So yeah, I guess it’s the best way for me to show off.

10. What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”

Read a lot, write a lot.

11. Tell me about the writing projects you have on at the moment.

I don’t like to give away too much before release. WIP 1 is a book of romantic poetry (some of it erotic). So that’s rather different to my previous works. WIP 2 will be book 4 of my series, Poetry Is Twisted, Don’t Trust Her, so that will be mostly horror poems but as with the other books in that series, some non-horror stuff too. I hope to have them both out next year (2022) or maybe even late this year. November at the earliest.

My Amazon page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Simon-Warwick-Beresford/e/B076VNFG8L

My Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/SimonWarwickBeresford

My Twitter: https://twitter.com/AliceLBronte

My current books in the order they were published:

FASCINATE Twisted Poems For The Depraved   (Poetry Is Twisted, Don’t Trust Her book 1)

My Little Black Distress   (Poetry Is Twisted, Don’t Trust Her book 2)

Ghost City

Extinction Imminent   (Poetry Is Twisted, Don’t Trust Her book 3)

12. What fascinates you about horror writing?

O’ the old fascinating joke, lol. Um, I like my Poetry to leave an impact, be memorable and not be boring, and horror is both rare in poetry and evokes emotions like fear and disgust which helps them to be impactful and more easily remembered. Plus I just like horror for the usual reason of enjoying fear in a safe environment.

13. How did you decide on the order of poems in “Extinction Imminent”?

Um I think they’re mostly in the order I wrote them. I don’t entirely remember. I try to start and end my books with really good poems and then some more really good ones near the middle and then really good poems throughout the rest of the book too. Ha! No, seriously some poems will tell me where they want to be but most of them just go wherever. Sometimes I put poems near each other because they have similarities and sometimes I spread them out throughout a book for the same reason. I’m rather heart over head. I feel what’s “right” rather than having some kind of system. FASCINATE required the most thought as to the poems order because with that one, most of the poems were already written before I decided to create the collection.

14. How important is form to you in your poetry?

Most of my poems rhyme. That’s about as much thought as I put into structure really, usually. I don’t like decide a rhyme scheme in advance of writing a poem or anything. I just have feelings about how any particular poem should sound/flow. Though I have written a smattering of Haikus and obviously they have a strict form but I don’t have much respect for that form to be honest because it’s a lot like painting by numbers. Can you count syllables? Good, you can Haiku.

15. Why is Martinez’s poetry “very Good”?

His poems in his book ‘Dreams of Decay’ read like they were written for children but the subject matter is very dark. I enjoy that contrast. Now someone could say similar about my poems but mine are more edgy. Martinez doesn’t do rape scenes for example (from what I’ve seen /  remember) his horror on average is more disquieting, less what the fuck!? They feel more traditional. Where as mine whilst perhaps written in a style somewhat belonging to the romantic period (Emily Brontë has had her influence) contain themes and feeling much more recent. The for children feeling of his poems comes from fairy tales, mine is more from Seuss!

16. What do want the reader to leave with once they have read “Extinction Imminent?

Um a desire to buy more of my books but seriously and Extinction Imminent is quite serious by my standards and some of the horror in it is quite real, I want the reader of that book to be shook into taking Climate Change more seriously. It’s message is, do something or we’re all going to die!

April poetry challenge day 26

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

Today’s poem is inspired by Jane Cornwell’s drawing, which brought back memories of another baby from another birth. You can see the images and read the poems for Paul Brookes’ challenge here.

When you were

You don’t remember how you were
when she was too tiny to play
big-boy games, and you would be rough
and muddy from outside games,
breathless and red, with gentle hands,

and she would smile her baby smile,
front teeth already grey from falls
trying to follow you around.

You called her Ballisto
and played rockets with her
and rolling on the floor,
noise games with anything
that rang shrilled bleeped.

You were puppies from the same litter
and now both grown
she has started a litter of her own.

I wonder, will those rockets
and stars and silly noisy songs
fall from their orbit of memory
into your wondering smile?

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Beacons: Ekphrastic Challenge, Day 26

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

We search for a glimmer to put us at ease,
we watch for a beacon, bright in the sky.
We seek a light, a sign in storm-roiled seas,
and for a little while, we don’t ask why

we watch for a beacon, bright in sky,
augur portending, a hero or hope,
for a little while, we don’t ask why
the weary one’s an age-old trope,

augur portending, hero or hope,
each warrior, once a baby born–
the weary one’s an age-old trope,
wanted, revered, then mocked and scorned.

Each warrior, once a baby born
to her or him, words said and not,
wanted, revered, then mocked and scorned–
lessons learned and lessons taught.

To her or him, words said and not–
live well, and love, and take good care—
lessons learned and lessons taught,
faint or bright, a beacon glows…

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#NationalGardeningWeek 27th April-2nd May. Royal Horticultural Society theme for this year is Gardening for Wellbeing. Take a dose of Vitamin G, for Green, for Gardening. Artwork and poetry challenge to produce and submit a piece of writing or artwork, that includes photos, for EVERY day of the week. Submit them to me via DM, or email them to me and I shall feature them for that day. The themes for each day are outlined below. You may submit on the day, too.

Tuesday 27th Take A Mindful Moment in your garden, what can you hear, what new things can you see?

Wednesday 28th, A Child’s Garden. Of verse, perhaps as R L Stevenson would have it. What do you remember about being a child in gardens?

Thursday29th, Houseplant. What have you written about your houseplants?

Friday 30th, Green Wellbeing. How has your garden helped you cope with lockdown, self isolation or shielding?

Saturday 1st May, Wildlife. Have you written about wildlife that visits your garden, birds, insects, worms

Sunday 2nd May. Gardens Heal. How has your garden helped you cope with bereavement, anxiety, stress?

Day 26. My annual National Poetry Month 2021 ekphrastic challenge is a collaboration between artists John Law, Kerfe Roig, Jane Cornwell, and writers Ankh Spice, Jane Dougherty, Redcat, Jayaprakash Satyamurthy, Simon Williams, Susan Richardson, Tim Fellows, Anjum Wasim Dar, Tony Walker, Merril D Smith, and me. April 26th

Day 26

JL26 Spurn

Spurn

-John Law

JC26

-Jane Cornwell

KR26_nine of wands_wombwell

Nine of Wands

-Kerfe Roig

Welcome to The Garden

The child found the archway
and entered the garden. Wet hands
pressed brief starfish into the moss
cushioning the bricks as she steadied herself, all new
to this walking thing. After her, a green landscape wept
thick rain, puddled a creation myth of tardigrades
singing for the five tributaries, the goddess
who had seen fit to seed them from her baby fingers.
You would have said the child carried nothing
and the cloud-cataracts of her eyes did not reflect
any sky you would recognise. By the third step
she had doomed a race of grass-dwelling moons,
had startled a new shade of pink to mean eve
ning is inevitable but also morning will be beautiful
and she could replicate the roly-polys
of worms being silently valuable, eating and excreting
all the riches of her lengthening shadow.
There were nine strong stakes planted firmly
in the weeds, each hoping out a different kind of leaf
that would feed her and hurt her by turns.
There was no wrong choice. Nothing was burning.
Her grip was very strong now
and the pluck was sure
and clean, though the earth sighed from the hole
in her side as the thorn eased free. Worms rolled in
quietly to fill up the wound. When the child left, the garden
was more alive or more dead everywhere
she’d ever touched. She carried tenderly her poison
and her panacea, and the dark mouth of the arch called
¬–you did everything right. Now you must return¬¬–
and that held no fear for her at all.

-Ankh Spice

Spurn

Nature’s beauty
jealously pushed from the land
Peaceful protected
sanctuary stretching away from harm
Drifting on the tide
reaching attempting to repair the East coast’s rent
Gamete swimming
up-stream searching for the safety of a mate
The sea takes,
places erodes builds changes satisfies its’ needs
Dictating terms
that man can only heed, obey or suffer
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
never the same, constantly changing so as never the same.

-Tony Walker

Through Hell

You’ve been through hell
But outwardly nobody can tell
You look confident and strong
But in your heart you just want to belong
Your mind keeps saying they are all reading you wrong

You’ve picked yourself up more times than you care to count
You’ve survived more that most will ever have to surmount
Yet you see yourself as flawed and weak
As someone who have no right to love and support seek
Instead of seeing how your experiences have made you unique

I know you are ready to give up
That you’ve started to fear each sunup
But I’m here to let you know
You can this darkness to outgrow
That your indomitable spirit shines with a blinding glow

Yourself is the only one you need to forgive
Not anyone who’s been abusive
You’ve been taught to see yourself as wrong
But you are brave and bold and strong
You are worthy of love and to belong

But you have to let your walls down just a little bit
You have to acknowledge how badly you’ve been hurt and hit
You have to let trustworthy people in
Needing others is human, not a sin
Then your new life can truly begin

-©RedCat

A Child born During the Pestilence

(Inspired by Jane Cornwell’s 26th Painting)

I spin an Alice alternative
for you, dear child on my lap.
You have a shortbread biscuit.
You have one manatee doll.
You have nowhere to go and
no one else to meet but us.
In a normal time you may have
gone to the playfield, and
I may have leaned against the net,
watched your progress
as you grow in jump-cuts step by step.
I hold you, tell you, this is a time of all
alternative tales, era of pestilence,
and I hold you dear; in the lore
we find a rabbit hole to suck back into the past.

-Kushal Poddar

Nine of Wands

A priest or scribe since the dawn of civilization
I have spent each turn of this karmic wheel
In deeds of word and spirit, not strength and action

Maybe that’s why I am always at the end of my tether
My flesh is frail, a mere vessel
Maybe that’s why I make myself so resolute

Each of these lines is a wand, a staff, a stylus I grip
Beneath galaxies, in a galaxy, feet on earth
Head in clouds but eyes firm I face everything. Even rebirth.

-Jayaprakash Satyamurthy

The Way He Loves
(inspired by JC26)

The gentleness begins in his eyes,
In the way he gazes at a small child
Patiently
Reverently
It comes to life in his hands,
In the way he touches gifts of nature
Carefully
Tenderly
It resides in the core of his heart
In the way he loves
Fiercely
Entirely

-Susan Richardson

Apparition

Alone in the desert,
the clear night air raised bumps
on his unfeeling skin. His eyes
were raised, a billion sparkling
stars ignored.

His only focus was the comet,
screaming in an endless vacuum,
propelled without purpose,
not even instinct. Flicked into motion,
crossing the frontier.

The nine wands, painstakingly
inverted in the hard ground, seemed
to gleam in the moon’s half light.
They said that it would bypass
Earth, as far removed

as the aircraft he saw leaving trails
in the hot blue skies. But he knew
that there was more to the Universe
than Science, and the wands would
bring it to him.

Here, to this spot. Soon.

-Tim Fellows

When you were
inspired by Jane Cornwell

You don’t remember how you were
when she was too tiny to play
big-boy games, and you would be rough
and muddy from outside games,
breathless and red, with gentle hands,

and she would smile her baby smile,
front teeth already grey from falls
trying to follow you around.

You called her Ballisto
and played rockets with her
and rolling on the floor,
noise games with anything
that rang shrilled bleeped.

You were puppies from the same litter
and now both grown
she has started a litter of her own.

I wonder, will those rockets
and stars and silly noisy songs
fall from their orbit of memory
into your wondering smile?

-Jane Dougherty

Nine of Wands

upright, cradles a baby in its arms.
Every time spent, every close hug,
is marram grass holding Spurn against harm
of waves. Every wand breaks water’s tug.

Reversed, bairn has no arms, no cradle rock.
Abandoned .No time spent. Forced to fend. Nowt
holds the spit together so separate life stops,
It is part energy of ocean’s clout.

Chance is for our times of dark confusion.
Lucidity challenges delusion.

-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

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 23 ~

anjum wasim dar's avatarPOETIC OCEANS

In Response to Art Work by John Law

To market to market, but no,where did you go lady?
how did you manage so? who was so kind to let you
follow? danger any did you meet?
you must be wearing the mask,which I vow is
your truthful trust,not like careless breathers of
the day,young restless astray-
O Lady let me carry your load, you bravely hold,
you are stronger though older but quite bold,
And the boy, grandchild must be,your loving
company,hope the parents are alive and well,
somewhere around ,but who can tell, all is hell
and I don’t know,how far you have to go-
or if you have a home or a farm,no harm, a
place to be safe, I wonder as I stare,I have no
voice, I cannot speak, I am hurt inside,deep
you remind me of one,like you I had, I cared
not and I lost…

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