The Waste Land: a Biography of a Poem by Matthew Hollis (Faber & Faber)

tearsinthefence's avatarTears in the Fence

I loveThe Waste Land. My Dad, an engineer and aeronautical draughtsman who had retrained as a school teacher, was not a great reader of poetry, but he did like T.S. Eliot, and Eliot was one of the first poets I read for myself. I loved the incantatory nature of his writing, and the vivid imagery of the London, pub and river scenes inThe Waste Land. Even studying the poem for English A Level didn’t put me off, although the pencilled translations and notes are still in the margins of my father’s copy of Eliot’sCollected Poemswhich I kept after he died.

Neither my own notes nor Eliot’s published ones do anything other than point elsewhere, offering a glossary of source materials, allusions and asides that doesn’t actually help understand or experience the poem, which I prefer to remain as a series of shifting scenes and…

View original post 526 more words

#folktober #ekphrasticchallenge. Day Twenty-Six. To celebrate the launch of my new poetry collection “As Folktaleteller” I am downloading 93 folklore art images, 3 per day in October and asking writers to write poetry or a short prose inspired by one, two or all three images. Please join Jane Dougherty, Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen, and I, plus those who react to the images on the day, as we explore images from folktales.

F 1.26 Oillipheist

F 1.26 Oillipheist

F 2.26 boto encanto-640x473

F 2.26 boto encanto

F 3.26 The Brown lady

F 3.26 The Brown lady

Water Creatures (Inspired by 1.26 Ollipheist and F2.26 Boto Encanto)
1.
The sea serpent swallowed the girl
who angered the salmon of knowledge,
the salmon, seemingly less than full of wisdom
and the serpent a monster with little brain.
He ate the piper, who went on
playing—till the Oilliphéist spit him out
perhaps even monsters cannot silence a piper.

2.
The river holds secrets,
not all is what it seems
a handsome man may drink and flirt,
but he will not take off his hat.
The women he seduces, left brooding,
expecting more—
as he tosses his hat, takes his dolphin form,
dives back into the river.

-Merril D Smith

Where did the monsters come from? (Inspired by all three images)

We think of them, the ancient people,
huddled round the salvatory fire,
fear sitting on their shoulders,
bowed against the wind’s assault,
the wild voices in the dark.

We imagine them cringing in dire fear
of the dead, the wolf-monster,
the Behemoths in the deep water,
all the writhing deformed things
scribbled in the margins of psalters and gospels.

We imagine they were like us,
their imaginations peopled by guilt
and shame, sin and damnation.

Yet before the bestiaries,
dreamed up by fevered monks,
in terror for their immortal souls,

only owls winged the dark nights,
their gentle voices calling,
to guide home the dead,

and in the troughs of wild waves,
only seals played, singing songs of comfort
to despairing mariners.

-Jane Dougherty

1 Salmon of Knowledge

Before I was eaten
(for I know that story too)
at the long stream of the Shannon
by the mouth as the sea is fouled
by river water some call sweet
there, Sionnan saw, and threw stones
the size of heads at me,
and laughed, and ran along the bank,
toppled trees where I sheltered, she—
granddaughter of the sea—
ignoring my birth
ignoring my worth
mocking my silver sides

I pulled her in
at Kilcredaun Point
and chained her to the rocks.

2 Oilliphèist

Come Oilliphèist, come Serpent
from wave and swell
eat the saint, eat this offering
I have chained here—
Sionnan
sea’s grand daughter
for she has tormented me
take her back into the sea
in pieces, one, and two, and three.

-Dave Garbutt

Monster Music (F1. 26 Oillipheist)

The wee melody trilled high and wobbly,
floating on a breath of salt wind.
It rose and fell with the evening’s tide
haunting, teasing,
Luring us to the foamy shore
Mermaids singing?

We waited, breathless,
Searching for locks of silken reed
and the dazzle of seafoam eyes

When suddenly
a mighty beast, broad as a ship,
breached the depths, dragon mouth spewing flotsam,
teeth slavering seascum.

All the while drunken reels fluted from its
gaping throat
as though it sang for its supper

Before we gathered our legs to flee
the monster belched an appalling effluvium of rot
vomiting forth a sodden beslimed fellow
pipes clutched to his chest.

The beast heaved a salty sigh,
then left.

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen

Bios and Links

-Jane Dougherty

lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

-Eryn McConnell

is a poet originally from the UK who now lives in South Germany with their family. They have been writing poetry since their teens and is currently working on their second collection of poems.

-Spriha Kant

developed an interest in reading and writing poetries at a very tender age. Her poetry “The Seashell” was first published online in the “Imaginary Land Stories” on August 8, 2020, by Sunmeet Singh. She has been a part of Stuart Matthew’s anthology “Sing, Do the birds of Spring” in the fourth series of books from #InstantEternal poetry prompts. She has been featured in the Bob Dylan-inspired anthology “Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan” by the founder and editor of the website “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art” David L O’ Nan. Her poetries have been published in the anthology “Bare Bones Writing Issue 1: Fevers of the Mind”. Paul Brookes has featured her poetry, “A Monstrous Shadow”, based on a photograph clicked by herself, as the “Seventh Synergy” in “SYNERGY: CALLING ALL WRITERS WHO ARE PHOTOGRAPHERS” on his blog “The Wombwell Rainbow”. She has been featured in the “Quick-9 interview” on feversofthemind.com by David L’O Nan. She has reviewed the poetry book “Silence From The Shadows” by Stuart Matthews. Her acrostic poetry “A Rainstorm” has been published in the Poetic Form Challenge on the blog “TheWombwell Rainbow” owned by Paul Brookes. She also joined the movement “World Suicide Prevention Day” by contributing her poetry “Giving Up The Smooch” on the blog “The Wombwell Rainbow”, an initiative taken by Paul Brookes.

-Gaynor Kane

from Belfast in Northern Ireland, had no idea that when she started a degree with the OU at forty it would be life changing.  It magically turned her into a writer and now she has a few collections of poetry published, all by The Hedgehog Poetry Press Recently, she has been a judge for The North Carolina Poetry Society and guest sub-editor for the inaugural issue of The Storms: A journal of prose, poetry and visual art. Her new chapbook, Eight Types of Love, was released in July. Follow her on Twitter @gaynorkane or read more at www.gaynorkane.com

-Dave Garbutt

has been writing poems since he was 17 and has still not learned to give up. His poems have been published in The Brown Envelope Anthology, and magazines (Horizon, Writers & Readers) most recently on XRcreative and forthcoming in the Deronda review. His poem ‘ripped’ was long listed in the Rialto Nature & Place competition 2021. In August 2021 he took part in the Postcard Poetry Festival and the chap book that came from that is available at the postcard festival website. https://ppf.cascadiapoeticslab.org/2021/11/08/dave-garbutt-interview/.

He was born less than a mile from where Keats lived in N London and sometimes describes himself as ‘a failed biologist, like Keats’, in the 70’s he moved to Reading until till moving to Switzerland (in 1994), where he still lives. He has found the time since the pandemic very productive as many workshops and groups opened up to non-locals as they moved to Zoom. 

Dave retired from the science and IT world in 2016 and he is active on Twitter, FaceBook, Medium.com, Flickr (he had a solo exhibition of his photographs in March 2017). He leads monthly bird walks around the Birs river in NW Switzerland. His tag is @DavGar51.

-Merril D. Smith

lives in southern New Jersey near the Delaware River. Her poetry has been published in several poetry journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic,  Fevers of the Mind, and Nightingale and Sparrow. Her first full-length poetry collection, River Ghosts, is forthcoming from Nightingale & Sparrow Press.  Twitter: @merril_mds  Instagram: mdsmithnj  Website/blog: merrildsmith.com

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen,

a retired teacher and children’s library specialist, considers herself an adventurer. She has meandered the country in an old Chevy van and flown along on midnight runs in a smoky old Convair 440 to deliver the Wall Street Journal. She is a licensed pilot, coffee house lingerer, and finds her inspiration and solace in nature in all its glorious diversity. Loving wife and mother, she makes her home in the wilds of Portland OR. www.MudAndInkPoetry.art 

Folktober Challenge, Day 25

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

Inspired by 1.25, Salmon of Knowledge

Salmon of Knowledge

Wisdom dropped from the hazel tree
in weighty nuts the salmon ate.
He swam through water wide and blue,
until the young man cast and viewed
bright silver-scales caught with his bait.

Do not eat it, Fionn was told.
but fry-burned, raised his thumb to lips,
gained wisdom from the tree and fish.
I wonder what the salmon wished–
a legend by hero eclipsed.

For Paul Brookes’ month-long Folktober Challenge. You can see the images and read the other responses here.

View original post

#folktober #ekphrasticchallenge. Day Twenty-Five. To celebrate the launch of my new poetry collection “As Folktaleteller” I am downloading 93 folklore art images, 3 per day in October and asking writers to write poetry or a short prose inspired by one, two or all three images. Please join Jane Dougherty, Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen, Merril Smith and I, plus those who react to the images on the day, as we explore images from folktales.

F 1.25. Salmon of Knoweldge

F 1.25. Salmon of Knowledge

F 2.25. Caipora

F 2.25. Caipora

F 3.25. Cigua or Siguanaba

F 3.25. Cigua or Siguanaba

Salmon of Knowledge (Inspired by 1.25, Salmon of Knowledge)

Wisdom dropped from the hazel tree
in weighty nuts the salmon ate.
He swam through water wide and blue,
until the young man cast and viewed
bright silver-scales caught with his bait.

Do not eat it, Fionn was told.
but fry-burned, raised his thumb to lips.
Gained wisdom from the tree and fish.
I wonder what the salmon wished–
a legend by hero eclipsed.

-Merril D Smith

 

Fishing for Knowledge (F1.25 Salmon of Knowledge)

Is it a flicker of scales silvering still waters?
A belly, peony pink, surging from white caps
to soar like an overblown blossom?
– or is it the muscled weight on the fishing line
offering bounty to an empty stomach?
Does it dwell in survival or sacrifice?

Does it shelter in the warm womb of the deep
or ride the icy ocean tides all winter long, there to catch,
reeling in the slippery bits to gut and consume?

Maybe knowledge simply blooms in bellies
-some filled with pink petals of flesh,
others flat and dry like overspent roses-
Burgeoning, pinking muscles and tendons
Flowing from ruddy veins to open hearts.
Ours to consume.

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen

Salmon wisdom

Once, when the world was bright and new,
nine hazels grew, a grove about a glade,
where a bubbling source a deep pool made,
and in the pool a salmon turned,

and every knowledge ever learned dropped
in his mouth, the north and south
of wisdom. A silver fish in water dark,
bringer of light to deep and silent night.

A salmon fish, a grove of nine tall hazel trees
with fine fat fruit that shaded water, still and dark
and deep, and full of all the world should keep
and not let sleep, was at the core of life and lore.

Those days are past, of flowered plains where horses
with sea-flowing manes, ran wild and free.
How could they last, when wisdom has no place,
and salmon-words weigh less than any pretty face?

-Jane Dougherty

1 Salmon of Knowledge

Before I was eaten
(for I know that story too)
at the long stream of the Shannon
by the mouth as the sea is fouled
by river water some call sweet
there, Sionnan saw, and threw stones
the size of heads at me,
and laughed, and ran along the bank,
toppled trees where I sheltered, she—
granddaughter of the sea—
ignoring my birth
ignoring my worth
mocking my silver sides

I pulled her in
at Kilcredaun Point
and chained her to the rocks.

2 Oilliphèist

Come Oilliphèist, come Serpent
from wave and swell
eat the saint, eat this offering
I have chained here—
Sionnan
sea’s grand daughter
for she has tormented me
take her back into the sea
in pieces, one, and two, and three.

-Dave Garbutt

Bios and Links

-Jane Dougherty

lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.

-Eryn McConnell

is a poet originally from the UK who now lives in South Germany with their family. They have been writing poetry since their teens and is currently working on their second collection of poems.

-Spriha Kant

developed an interest in reading and writing poetries at a very tender age. Her poetry “The Seashell” was first published online in the “Imaginary Land Stories” on August 8, 2020, by Sunmeet Singh. She has been a part of Stuart Matthew’s anthology “Sing, Do the birds of Spring” in the fourth series of books from #InstantEternal poetry prompts. She has been featured in the Bob Dylan-inspired anthology “Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan” by the founder and editor of the website “Fevers of the Mind Poetry and Art” David L O’ Nan. Her poetries have been published in the anthology “Bare Bones Writing Issue 1: Fevers of the Mind”. Paul Brookes has featured her poetry, “A Monstrous Shadow”, based on a photograph clicked by herself, as the “Seventh Synergy” in “SYNERGY: CALLING ALL WRITERS WHO ARE PHOTOGRAPHERS” on his blog “The Wombwell Rainbow”. She has been featured in the “Quick-9 interview” on feversofthemind.com by David L’O Nan. She has reviewed the poetry book “Silence From The Shadows” by Stuart Matthews. Her acrostic poetry “A Rainstorm” has been published in the Poetic Form Challenge on the blog “TheWombwell Rainbow” owned by Paul Brookes. She also joined the movement “World Suicide Prevention Day” by contributing her poetry “Giving Up The Smooch” on the blog “The Wombwell Rainbow”, an initiative taken by Paul Brookes.

-Gaynor Kane

from Belfast in Northern Ireland, had no idea that when she started a degree with the OU at forty it would be life changing.  It magically turned her into a writer and now she has a few collections of poetry published, all by The Hedgehog Poetry Press Recently, she has been a judge for The North Carolina Poetry Society and guest sub-editor for the inaugural issue of The Storms: A journal of prose, poetry and visual art. Her new chapbook, Eight Types of Love, was released in July. Follow her on Twitter @gaynorkane or read more at www.gaynorkane.com

-Dave Garbutt

has been writing poems since he was 17 and has still not learned to give up. His poems have been published in The Brown Envelope Anthology, and magazines (Horizon, Writers & Readers) most recently on XRcreative and forthcoming in the Deronda review. His poem ‘ripped’ was long listed in the Rialto Nature & Place competition 2021. In August 2021 he took part in the Postcard Poetry Festival and the chap book that came from that is available at the postcard festival website. https://ppf.cascadiapoeticslab.org/2021/11/08/dave-garbutt-interview/.

He was born less than a mile from where Keats lived in N London and sometimes describes himself as ‘a failed biologist, like Keats’, in the 70’s he moved to Reading until till moving to Switzerland (in 1994), where he still lives. He has found the time since the pandemic very productive as many workshops and groups opened up to non-locals as they moved to Zoom. 

Dave retired from the science and IT world in 2016 and he is active on Twitter, FaceBook, Medium.com, Flickr (he had a solo exhibition of his photographs in March 2017). He leads monthly bird walks around the Birs river in NW Switzerland. His tag is @DavGar51.

-Merril D. Smith

lives in southern New Jersey near the Delaware River. Her poetry has been published in several poetry journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic,  Fevers of the Mind, and Nightingale and Sparrow. Her first full-length poetry collection, River Ghosts, is forthcoming from Nightingale & Sparrow Press.  Twitter: @merril_mds  Instagram: mdsmithnj  Website/blog: merrildsmith.com

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen,

a retired teacher and children’s library specialist, considers herself an adventurer. She has meandered the country in an old Chevy van and flown along on midnight runs in a smoky old Convair 440 to deliver the Wall Street Journal. She is a licensed pilot, coffee house lingerer, and finds her inspiration and solace in nature in all its glorious diversity. Loving wife and mother, she makes her home in the wilds of Portland OR. www.MudAndInkPoetry.art 

Estill Pollock: Mason-Dixon

The High Window Review's avatarThe High Window

Slave auction 1859_posterSlave auction, 1859 2

*****

Estill Pollock‘s first pamphlet selection of poems, Metaphysical Graffiti, was published in England. This was followed by a principal collection, Constructing the Human (Poetry Salzburg), which was later developed into the book cycle, Blackwater Quartet. Between 2005-11, in collaboration with Cinnamon Press in Wales, he published a second major book cycle, Relic Environments Trilogy. His latest collection, Entropy is published by Broadstone Books (2021) in the United States. A native of Kentucky, he has lived in England for forty years. ‘Mason-Dixon’ will be included in Estill’s forthcoming collection, Ark, which is due out later this year.

*****

Other examples of Estill Pollock’s longer poems will be found among  The High Window‘s  supplementary posts:

January 23, 2022  and  July 26, 2022

*****

MASON DIXON

Hertford County, North Carolina

Three hundred dollars on the block, the girl
Just fourteen, pretty, set to her chores—the Master’s…

View original post 1,176 more words

Guest Feature – Kerry Darbishire and Kelly Davis

Patricia M Osborne's avatarPatricia M Osborne

Something a little different today. I have two poets discussing their poet collaboration Glory Days. I was drawn to this wonderful collection after hearing the ladies read the poems on an Open Mic evening. And of course you know how much I love collaborative projects after working on Sherry & Sparkly and Symbiosis. Without further ado, it’s over to Kerry and Kelly to tell you what inspired them to write this wonderful pamphlet.

Glory Days

Kelly Davis

Kerry and I both live in Cumbria and we met several years ago, atGeraldine Green’s Writeon the Farm Poetry Workshops. After the Covid pandemic started, we both attended Angela Locke’s Zoom poetry workshops and got to know each other’s work. Kerry kindly invited me to collaborate with her on a pamphlet for a Hedgehog Poetry Presscompetition. Our submission, on the theme of motherhood and the different stages…

View original post 615 more words

Possibly a Pomegranate by Alwyn Marriage (Palewell Press)

tearsinthefence's avatarTears in the Fence

The pomegranate with its abundant red seeds provides a perfect motif for these poems which are subtitled ‘A Celebration of Womanhood’ – a theme which Alwyn Marriage explores across different cultures through memory, creativity, and myth.

The theme of fruit is a constant in the collection. The title poem offers the fascinating suggestion that it may have been a pomegranate that tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden but I was mostly intrigued by the background etymology that shows how the wordmalum,in Latin, is synonymous with both evil and apple – a confusion perpetuated by artists ‘down the ages’ who have given ‘flesh to the mythical fruit’ and displayed it as an apple in all its ‘juicy plumpness’.

These are the key words – ‘juicy plumpness’ – which reference birth and motherhood inPossibly a Pomegranatewhere women offer ‘breasts to infants’ and ‘feel/their life force flow’ (‘Saturday’s…

View original post 457 more words

Sijo

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

Paul Brookes’ suggested poetry form last week was the sijo, a three-line poem os 14-16 syllables per line, with a shift in meaning or a twist in the third line. Because the lines are long, the poem can be written in six lines. You can read all the sijo poems on Paul’s blog here.

Autumn hunting

I wish the wind would blow away
the sounds of a hundred deaths

of gunshot echoing across meadow
woods and through thinning trees

the skies bird-flutter—
if only feather-hail was mortal as lead.

La chasse de l’automne

Que le vent emporte ce vacarme,
sourd et sournois, que la paix

revient dans ces bois, où des plumes volètent
comme des feuilles mortes,

couleur de sang et de l’argent,
mais parfois comme des pièces d’or.

View original post

#TheWombwellRainbow #PoeticFormChallenge. It is weekly. Week Seven form is a #Bob And Wheel I will post the challenge to create a first draft of a poetic form by the following late Sunday. Please email your first draft to me, including an updated short, third person bio and a short prose piece about the challenges you faced and how you overcame them. Except when I’m working at the supermarket I am always ready to help those that get stuck. I will blog my progress throughout the week. Hopefully it may help the stumped. Also below please find links to helpful websites.

photo

Bob and Wheel pic

Guidelines:

Quintain (or five-line) stanza or poem

Rhyme scheme of ababa

First line of two to three syllables

Lines two through five have six syllables per line

Links to online help

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/bob-and-wheel-poetic-forms

https://readingmedievalnature.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/poetry-in-fiction-the-bob-and-wheel-in-sir-gawain-and-the-green-knight/

https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/pmla/article/abs/imagining-the-bob-and-wheel/4C4AB45C6B686CAA2FAAF350ACCD4A50

Folktober Challenge, Day 24

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

Inspired by F2. 24 Boitata and F3.24, Black-eyed Children

Eyes of Fire and Chill

Eyes take in the light, reflect and refract,
heated observation burns with fury–
a gaze that combusts to protect,
regenerating by fire to make the world right,

and then the opposite,

dead souls with eyes of bottomless black.
What makes us turn children into demons—
brightest hope dashed and fears projected,
we see the monsters within.

For Paul Brookes’ Folktober Challenge. You can see the images and read the other responses here.

View original post