The High Window, Spring 2022: First Instalment

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Logo revisedHere is the first instalment of the Spring 2022 issue of The High Window.  The following new material can be accessed via the top menu:

1. A selection of homegrown and international Poetry from 37 poets.

2. Poetry by Lanny Ledboer, the Featured American Poet.

3.  An Essay by Hannah Parkes Smith on some of W.H. Auden’s early poetry.

4. An introductory feature from Rowena Sommerville, who will be The High Window‘s Resident Artist for 2022.

The second instalment will be published in another two weeks.

Enjoy!

David

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The High Window’s Resident Artist: Rowena Sommerville

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As we leave 2021 behind us, a year which many of us will be happy to forget, I am pleased to announce that the new resident artist for the next four issues will be Rowena Sommerville.  I also take the opportunity to express my thanks to Stella Wulf who assumed this role last year. Many readers expressed their admiration for her contributions  and, for me, it was a joy to work with someone so talented, personable and thoroughly professional. I wish her well in whatever new projects she is working on.

Like Stella, Rowena is not only  a talented artist but a fine poet.  I am proud that, as an editor, I was amongst the first to spot her literary gifts and to have published a set of her poems. I am grateful too for the many excellent reviews she has written for the journal. [Editor]

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Rowena Sommerville Introduces…

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Ten Things That Really Worked to Help me Set Up a Literary Magazine

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We (myself and Steve Nash) are currently reading submissions for issue five of Spelt Magazine, the magazine I founded just over a year ago. Spelt is a print magazine in which we seek to celebrate and validate the rural experience through poetry, creative non fiction, author interviews, columnists and writing prompts. We’ve made it through a whole year, which is a huge milestone, and we are excited about our second year, which will involve further growth, more platforms and, hopefully, some extra funding. Starting and running a magazine, especially a print magazine, is definitely a labour of love. But It is also incredibly rewarding. It’s a thrilling feeling to be part of the writing and publication journeys of other writers, and to provide a platform for people, and to create something that is so very aesthetically pleasing, it is a great source of joy for me, and something that…

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‘Nenthead Revisited: Love, Ghosts and Lead-Mining in W. H. Auden’s Eden’ by Hannah Parkes Smith.

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Love requires an Object,
But this varies so much,
Almost, I imagine,
Anything will do.
When I was a child, I
Loved a pumping-engine
Thought it every bit
As beautiful as you.

W. H. Auden, ‘Heavy Date’.

W.H. Auden is one of those poets who, against perhaps your better judgment, stick with you.

The first Auden I knew of was a peaceable old stick whose poetry compelled grown men to weep at Four Weddings and a Funeral. He was wry, a little savage, a little dark, a little battered, and quite at home on the A-Level syllabus he’d found himself on –the Auden most of us take comfort in, when we find the world too much with us.

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The second Auden I dug up was little like him. The second Auden was an adventurer, like the Eardstapas before him, travelling the winding roads of the Old English landscape…

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Drop in by Ellie Rees

Nigel Kent's avatarNigel Kent - Poet and Reviewer

Today I welcome fellow Swansea University alumnus, Ellie Rees, to reflect upon a poem from her fabulous new collection Ticking (Hedgehog Poetry Press, 2022).

The poems contained in Ticking were written in response to separate stimuli; what linked them in my imagination as I wrote was my desire to capture the spirit of a place, an attempt at a deep mapping through the medium of verse.

The poems in Ticking deep map a beautiful but apparently empty strip of the South Wales coastline that looks across the Bristol Channel to Exmoor. The collection could be classed as Nature Writing, though the term, deep mapping is a more accurate description of the eclectic subject matter: there are ghosts, suicides and ruins as well as dung spiders, stone masons and insect apprehension. Many of the poems focus on the history and geography, archaeology and wild life of a two-mile stretch of…

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Little Elegies for Sister Satan by Michael Palmer (New Directions)

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Michael Palmer has been widely lauded for his voluminous body of work.He may be considered a poet’s poet whose output exhibits a dynamic range, even within a single volume such as his latest collection,Little Elegies for Sister Satan.Palmer has defied categorization.The litany of adjectives that come to mind in describing this shape-shifter’s work might variably include cerebral, philosophical, allusive, and surreal.Some of his lines are sprinkled with religious references; politically charged observations about child soldiers are on hand, and even the odd scatological turn of phrase.Unusual, to say the least, is a book a poetry mentioning the Higgs boson in the same line as the Knave of Hearts.He also can be tongue-in-cheek, yet even several of his stray thoughts and lighter aphoristic poems showcase mastery.Palmer’s lines are typically populated by eye-widening turns of phrase delivered with musical sensibility.His use of rhythm and meter mimics that of a virtuosic…

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The Featured American Poet: Lanny Ledeboer

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Lanny has supplied the following biographical sketch:

I was born at the end of the baby boom and grew up accordingly. Plenty to eat, best friend down the street, Little League baseball and television cartoons on Saturday mornings. Car trips to Yellowstone and Disneyland. Movies to see, books to read. Typical Americana.

As a boy I read Edgar Rice Burroughs and found myself wanting to be a writer, even more than I wanted to be Tarzan. I filled pages of a grade-school notebook with a translation dictionary of jungle words to English (Numa = lion; Sheeta = leopard). Then I stumbled into the science fiction rack at the Greyhound bus depot downtown, and I dreamed of becoming the next Ursula Le Guin, the next Arthur C. Clarke.

In high school I read Hemingway and wanted to write the next great American novel. In college, though, I took an Introduction…

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Spring 2022: Spring Poetry

Happy #StDavid’sDay. Please join Rhiannon and myself in celebrating Welsh writers, including those with Welsh ancestry, and all things Welsh. I will feature your published/unpublished poetry/short prose/artworks. Please include a short third person bio.

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Stained glass chapel panel, originally designed by William Burges (2 December 1827 – 20 April 1881) courtesy of Wikipedia.

To be Welsh

To be Welsh is to have castles creaking in your bones,
Caernarfon, Carreg Cennen, Conwy
The wind’s drift in the feathered trees that is your hair
Oak, alder, hawthorn, holly
The rolling hills of your heels, strong and untethered
The mountains of Yr Wyddfa and Pen Y Fan in your knees,
An industry, an ethic, burning in your core
A dragon asleep in your chest, ready to roar
There’s a song in your soul and it soars through your throat,
There are stories of note that seep from your skin,
Yes, our history shows us where we begin, where we’ve begun

But you are the one, Wales is in you,
To be Welsh is just to do as you do,
It’s the tales you tell, the words you say
The telly you watch, the games that you play,
It’s a feeling that circles and sits in your heart
And you can give permission for that feeling to start.
And then, you guide the land, you make the Wales you need
She is yours to grow, we just planted the seeds.
Take her onwards and upwards, let her shift with the sands
It’s not all on your shoulders, but it is in your hands.

-Rhiannon Oliver

A list of your dislikes by Peter Donnelly

-Peter J. Donnelly

Teenager Encountering Dylan Thomas

In the white thighs of the Bible black,
As we tumble through the pages,
Morning slips under the door and back,
Evening in full spate of seered rages.

Your quiverful fields fetch holy fire
Speaks from dew drop risen,
And rising to fall again this Eved pyre
Sing praise damned silences barren.

Place the door of your ear to the book
Of her longing, listen to the wanting graveyards
In the double bedding sea where luck
Cries out in drowned ticking clockwards.

-Paul Brookes

Bios And Links

-Rhiannon Oliver

is an actress and poet from Cardiff. Her acting credits include Shakespeare’s Globe, National Theatre and National Theatre of Wales. Her poetry appears in journals and anthologies and in June 2021 she was named Spoken Word Runner Up in national competition ‘Poetry for Good’

-Peter J Donnelly

lives in York where he works as a hospital secretary. He has a degree in English Literature and a MA in Creative Writing from the University of Wales Lampeter.  He has been published in various magazines and anthologies including Writer’s Egg and Dreich, where this poem will appear later this year.