“Created Responses To This Day” Mo Schoenfeld responds to one of my This Day images. I would love to feature your responses too.

 

pastoral pastels.
swathes of hillside rambling
across dawn canvas.

-Mo Schoenfeld

Bio and Links
-Mo Schoenfeld

is a poet from Oxfordshire in the UK. Her work appears in Irisi magazine, Haiku Crush’s The Best Haiku 2021 Anthology and The Best Haiku Anthology 2022 (winning a Judges Grand Mention award), Pure Haiku (blog), Tiny Wren Lit, and The Storm’s inaugural print journal. She is currently guest co-editor for Sídhe Press’s first anthology on the theme of ‘Dementia’.

#TheWombwellRainbow #PoeticFormsChallenge. It is weekly. Week Twelve form is #ACurtalSonnet invented by Gerald Manley Hopkins. 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.

A curtal sonnet is an eleven-line sonnet that was invented by Gerard Manley Hopkins. It follows a rhyme scheme of abcabc dcbdc or abcabc dbcdc. It has features that are similar to the most common sonnet forms, the Petrarchan and Shakespearean, but it’s also distinctly different. The poem consists of 10 lines written in iambic pentameter and a final line consisting of a single spondee (or foot consisting of two long or stressed syllables). Here’s the rhyme scheme:

Line 1: a
Line 2: b
Line 3: c
Line 4: a
Line 5: b
Line 6: c
Line 7: d
Line 8: b
Line 9: c
Line 10: d
Line 11: c

I admit I am rubbish at metre. I read it back and if it sounds right I am ok with it.

GMH most famous example is Pied Beauty

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44399/pied-beauty

Online Links

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/curtal-sonnet-poetic-form

https://www.poetrysoup.com/dictionary/curtal_sonnet

#TheWombwellRainbow #TheBlitz was last week’s chosen form.

Pride and Honour
Wear your badge
Wear it with pride
Pride is passion
Pride should not divide
Divide the people
Divide the world by fear
Fear drives us all
Fear keeps them in power
Power is darkness
Power in the hands of liars and criminals
Criminals and murderers hiding in plain sight
Criminals with a smiling mask
Mask their actions with a
Mask of Godliness
Godliness counts for nothing when
Godliness makes lives worse
Worse in body
Worse in spirit
Spirit can and will be crushed
Spirit that could shine a light
Light on your smashed door
Light that blinds your eyes
Eyes covered while other
Eyes watch you through darkened dystopian windows
Windows are absent where you are taken
Windows would let you see
See into your inner being
See the pumping of your blood
Blood of your land
Blood of your sex
Sex is wicked
Sex is your shame
Shame is the bedrock of our being
Shame bears down on your body like a stone
Stone measures the depth of their hate
Stone them all
All who fail to follow
All who do not comply
Comply
Comply now
Now is the time to act
Now or never
Never is a very long time
Never to see your family again
Again we watch and hope that
Again the world will show honour
Honour your courage
Honour will bring respect
Respect
Courage

How Did It Go?

I think this works like a stream of consciousness – I did edit it a bit but I didn’t think it was worth putting more effort in than that. Not my style of poem.

-Tim Fellows

#CloudWriter #Cloudshapes. Day Twenty-Eight. What shapes can you see? What stories are developing in these cloud photos by Julian Day, Gaynor Kane and I? You may contribute your own cloud photos and/or videos as inspiration. Writers and artworkers have been fascinated by clouds and what they see in them for centuries. This challenge features three different cloud shapes a day for thirty days. You may respond to one, two or all three photos. Could you write on the day you saw the photos and email your drafts to me, with a short, third person bio?

KANE28

JD28

PB28

Shelfie Stories: Five Books to Curl Up With on a Wintery Sunday Afternoon

Wendy Pratt Writing

You can never get a cup of tea large enough, or a book long enough to suit me

C.S. Lewis

Winter is setting in and despite the mild weather, it’s making me want to curl up in the old armchair, put the reading light on and listen to the rain lashing the window as I disappear into a good book. Here are five books I’ve read this year that suit a Sunday afternoon of cosied up reading.

Much With Body

Polly Atkin

Poetry

Find it here, at the Seren Books Website: Seren Website

If you’re familiar with Polly’s work you’ll know how her poems fold you into them, how they open worlds. If you ever get a chance to see her read, do it, don’t hesitate, do it. I’ve been lucky enough to have her read as part of a course I ran and double lucky in that she has…

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David Scott: Beyond the Drift

The High Window

I have only just learned from the Bloodaxe Books website that the poet David Scott passed away earlier this year. I take the opportunity here to post a review that I wrote on the appearance of Beyond the Drift, New and Selected Poems. The review was first published in TheNorth in 2015. .Here is a link to the poet’s page on the Blooaxe Books website:

https://www.bloodaxebooks.com/ecs/category/david-scott

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David Scott’s Beyond the Drift, New and Selected Poems reviewed by David Cooke

beyond the driftBeyond the Drift, New and Selected Poems by David Scott. £14.99. Bloodaxe Books. ISBN: 9781780371047

David Scott’s Beyond the Drift, New and Selected Poems brings together seventy poems written since Piecing Together (2005) alongside the contents of two earlier collections and the new work he included in his previous Selected Poems (1998). Until his recent retirement, Scott worked as an Anglican vicar in various parishes and…

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Far World From Silesia by Jeremy Hilton (Brimstone Press)

Tears in the Fence

Jeremy Hilton’s latest book offers ‘an exploration in prose and verse of the life and works of Emin Pasha’. It provides a portrait of the nineteenth-century explorer and naturalist via a biography in prose, extracts from his journals, and in a long poem.

Emin is probably best remembered as the man H. M. Stanley crossed the Congo to try to rescue in the late 1880s. He was born Eduard Schnitzer, in Upper Silesia in Prussia, but spent much of his life in various parts of the Ottoman Empire, working as a doctor and diplomat. He adopted the name Emin, meaning ‘trustworthy’ or ‘faithful’, to facilitate integration into Ottoman society.

His major passion in life was natural history, especially birds. He was an extraordinary individual, tirelessly observing, documenting and collecting. He corresponded with many scientific editors and contributed specimens of flora and fauna to natural history museums across Europe. He was…

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Cloudshapes day 26

Jane Dougherty Writes

Very late with this one for Paul Brookes’ challenge. The inspiration is Gaynor Kane’s photo. You can see all the photos here.

Some things

There are words,
Firenze, Brunelleschi, Duomo,
Palazzo, Uffizi, Arno,
Medici, Buonarroti, azzurro,
like waves of the sea that lap
the edge of memory, ring bright
as bells and drift from then to now,
almost tangible, not lost,
but insubstantial as cloud wisps.

I wish, I dream, I will
go back one day,
just to hear the sounds,
smell the scents and feel
another sun upon my face.

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“Created Responses To This Day” Adesiyan Oluwapelumi responds to one of my This Day images. I would love to feature your responses too.

Alleyway

today, the cloud wears the shades of gloom
and upon the earthers it rains the precipitates of sorrow.

outside, the sun is a melting silver lining
and there are no rainbows here, just ash.

in the hues of seasons, I have never known a darker day
for my heart is a lightbulb lapped by the wicked tongue of a moth
and my scars are scorched metaphors of a burnt firmament.

in the clouds, a lightbug dances,
little does it knows it is a silhouette in this orb of darkness.

this poem is a grayscale of the colors of joy swallowed by the dark moon
and here there is no better ending than a night.

today, the moon is a sundry wizard and my mind
is its coven of enchantment.

Bio And Links

-Adesiyan Oluwapelumi, TPC XI,

writes from Ibadan, Nigeria. He received an Honourable Mention in the international Metamorphosis Writing Contest. He was also shortlisted in the August-September 2022 edition of the Brigitte Poirson Poetry Contest. His works are featured/ forthcoming in Brittle Paper, Afristories, Kahalari review, Eunoia Review, Snowflake Magazine, Salamander Ink, Lumiere Review, Culture Cult Press, Icefloe Press & elsewhere. He is currently a Poetry Reader at Kitchen Table Quarterly.

#CloudWriter #Cloudshapes. Day Twenty-Seven. What shapes can you see? What stories are developing in these cloud photos by Julian Day, Gaynor Kane and I? You may contribute your own cloud photos and/or videos as inspiration. Writers and artworkers have been fascinated by clouds and what they see in them for centuries. This challenge features three different cloud shapes a day for thirty days. You may respond to one, two or all three photos. Could you write on the day you saw the photos and email your drafts to me, with a short, third person bio?

KANE27

JD27

PB27