#TheWombwellRainbow #Poeticformschallenge last week was a #IdiomaticPoetry. Enjoy examples by Tim Fellows, Lesley Curwen and Jane Dougherty and read how they felt when writing one.


Proposal to a logical woman

Have a heart he said. She wondered whose.
Was he offering his own, bound in scarlet ribbon or demanding hers.

Take your time he said, which sounded generous
but time was never his to give, she thought
and turned him down.

How did It Go?

It was really interesting to look at a common idiom and unpick it, try to undress it with a little logic. It made me really think about the hidden meanings of idioms.
I found it quite difficult to make this sound ‘poetic’. Perhaps it would be easier to write a prose poem on the subject of relentless logicality.

Lesley Curwen

Sticky Wicket

He was on a sticky wicket
the field was closing in
he’d dug in as much as he could do
with a straight bat he might win.
He didn’t want to hole out
down a fielder’s throat
you play each delivery as it comes
if you want to be the GOAT
Make sure you cover up the gate
to keep the googly out
watch the yorker in the blockhole
deny the “Howzat” shout.

He wasn’t playing cricket
politics was his game
he’d found that cricket metaphors
helped deflect the blame…

How did It Go?

I was inspired by another poem recently that used some football cliches / idioms. This is a cricket one, which may confuse some overseas readers! Several of these are in everyday use in England with a less literal meaning. “On a sticky wicket” means to be in a difficult situation, “playing with a straight bat” means to play safe, and/or correctly. These idioms are often used by posh politicians as a way of indicating their good breeding in playing our “summer game” at their elite school.

Tim Fellows

 A figgy pudding, pardi

They sit on the fence, mi-figue mi-raisin,
while the world goes west,

à l’ouest, where we send the mad ones,
away with the fairies and the illuminés,

because they see light at the end of the tunnel,
la sortie de l’auberge, where pigs fly,

and hens have teeth. There will be happiness
at the end of the day, that time entre chien et loup,

that place over the moon, where everything
is half-fig, half-grape, and all circles are squared.

Questions and nonsense

When the answer is,
how long is a piece of string,
what was the question?

And if ce n’est pas le Pérou,
nor la mer à boire,
what is it?

I would like to get out of this wood,
where all I can see are trees,
but the blind are leading the blind,

and though there might be short cuts
along the way, it will always be
a long long way to Tipperary.

How did it go?

Language and linguistics are endless subjects of fascination, taking us back to the origins of humanity. Every word has a history that has roots in different parts of the globe, the different elements are the pigments of any piece of writing. Idiom is a huge subset of language and much of it is national, regional or dialectic and unfamiliar to speakers of the same language in a different part of the world, unintelligible to non-native speakers. I had fun writing these poems (if they are poems). The vernacular is personal, often drawn from different sources. Mine is as mixed up as anyone’s.

Jane Dougherty

Bios and Links

Lesley Curwen

is a broadcaster, poet and sailor living within sight of Plymouth Sound. Her poems have been published by Nine Pens, Arachne Press, Broken Sleep and GreenInk, and later this yea

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.

Tm Fellows

is a writer from Chesterfield in Derbyshire whose ideas are heavily influenced by his background in the local coalfields, where industry and nature lived side by side. His first pamphlet “Heritage” was published in 2019. His poetic influences range from Blake to Owen, Causley to Cooper-Clarke and more recently the idea of imagistic poetry and the work of Spanish poet Miguel Hernandez.

Poetry Showcase: Kushal Poddar (March 2023)

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The Complex Quantum of the Magnetic Fields

Some salesmen smokes in the market. The chickens are still alive. The shops
release the stretching cats from their shrouds.
Rigor mortis has set in some mice, some writhing.
Megaphones slur. Words travel in paddle-carts.
Work has been cancelled by the union demanding
more works. Our favourite mad man turns, yawns, farts.
The flight of the pigeons thunderclaps
the complex quantum of the magnetic fields into the sky.

An Address Bleeds On The Door Once more I've come to the door, scored a photo, asked the mystery behind- "What is it that keeps pulling me in?" The numbers on the woodwork, hand-painted, bleed a lot, and I wait as if its wound would heal, the address would instill a jiffy etched in the air like a capricious feather. Knock on the skull; if I have ever here as a resident…

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Review* of ‘Imperfect Beginnings’ by Viv Fogel

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At a time when the discourse surrounding asylum-seeking, refugees and migration has become contentious, having been hijacked by nationalists and populist politicians, Viv Fogel’s Imperfect Beginnings is very welcome. Informed by her personal and professional experiences her collection gives a voice to the exiled and displaced. Though her poems are uncompromising in their exploration of their ordeals, these poems are ultimately about survival and repair, and the collection ends on a note of hope.

Imperfect Beginnings (Fly on the Wall Press, 2023) is split into five sections. The first two deal with the nature and effects of exile. The opening poem with that name allows us to experience directly the trauma and frustrations of displacement. Written in the first person, Vogel puts us in the place of a refugee and enables us to imagine: the sudden shock of separation (‘For one precious moment/ you were my whole world/ safe     holding…

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Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Julie A Dickson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Julie A. Dickson is a poet and author of several books including, Bullied into Silence [Piscataqua Press 2014] and Untumbled Gem [Goldfish Press 2016] Dickson holds a BPS in Behavioral Science, is a Push Cart nominee, has served on two poetry boards, has coordinated 100 Thousand Poets for Change and served as guest editor for Jitter Press and Inwood Indiana, co-editor for My Funny Bones are Humor-us by R.M. Staples and as editor/curator of Prey Tell: Poems about Birds of Prey. Her work appears in over 50 journals, including Misfit, MasticadoresUSA, Girl God, Tiger Moth and Ekphrastic Review. Dickson writes poetry from many prompts such as art, nature, literature and animals. She advocates for captive zoo and circus elephants, and shares her home with two rescued cats.

The Interview

  1. When and why did you start writing poetry?

I began writing poetry as a young teen, although I had for several years prior to age 12 written stories. I was an early reader of books; my mother was a kindergarten teacher who walked me to the public library three times each week, where I was allowed to take out as many books as I could carry. I loved Dr.Suess, and many chapter books including Charlotte’s Web, Black Beauty and the Cricket in Times Square. As a teen I read novels, biographies and poetry. I took many creative writing classes in high school, entered contests and sent stories and poems into magazines. I was teen, whose mother did not drive, living in a rural area where babysitting and reading were my main past times. English, writing and history have always been my favorite subjects in both high school and college.

  1. Who introduced you to poetry?

I suppose that between the public librarian, school librarians and my mother were all an influence on me being introduced to poetry.

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

By the time I entered high school, I had a 9th grade English teacher who encouraged me to write more, and I became aware of Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Edgar Allan Poe, Yeats, Keats and others.

  1. What is your daily writing routine?

I am an early riser and it is my routine to sit at my desk with tea or coffee and write each morning for a couple hours. I find that my mind is fresh this time of day, more so than later.

  1. What subjects motivate you to write?

I often write to prompts, such as art, music, literature, nature, memories, teen issues and environment. I find myself able to write about most topics, have attended countless workshops and retreats, have been a member of several poetry groups, served on two volunteer poetry boards, coordinated 100 Thousand Poets for Change for 5 years in my community and have done readings at open mics, poetry meetings, bookstores, schools and libraries.

  1. What is your work ethic?

I have always had a strong work ethic, whether I am in a paid position, a volunteer or simply writing and doing tasks on my own. Writing is not work to me, it’s what I do.

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

My taste in books changes periodically, from mysteries, modern fiction, to poetry, non-fiction and historical books. My poetry has evolved from strict form poems to free verse and I often explore new forms when I write poetry now.

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

The contemporary poets I admire today include Maya Angelou, Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Donald Hall, Richard Blanco, and Amanda Gorman. There are so many

I just admire their work, their writing talents. I once did a presentation on Maya Angelou at a Women Poets festival where I live. I took a workshop with Richard Blanco a couple years ago. Mostly I like their work.

The answer is different for each…in that Maya Angelou and Amanda Gorman’s work is more progressive, political, about world acceptance. Mary Oliver is a good model for people learning to write better. I like Billy Collins for the romance and humor.

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

I write because I have been writing for most of my life. I cannot imagine not writing poetry, creative non-fiction, YA fiction. I have also written children’s books. I write what I know, what I feel, and what I remember.

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

I’ve been asked this question a few times and my response has usually been, if you are a writer, you just write. I don’t know how to advise someone on how to become a writer. My suggestion is to do a journal or free-write each day, and take pieces that are meaningful from your words. They can become poems or stories about your life, your interests and the world.

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

I have concentrated for the past 5 years primarily on writing poetry, creative non-fiction and stories for submission into journals and magazines. In 2022, I had over 100 poetry acceptances. My work appears in over 50 journals now, and I often locate new journals to submit to. I have been a guest editor at 3 publications and have also edited two poetry collections and a book of memoirs. I have 2-3 poetry and chapbooks in-progress, as well as a new YA fiction book and a children’s book on deck. There are never enough hours in a day for me to do all that I want to with my writing.

 

Harald in Byzantium by Kevin Crossley-Holland Illustrations by Chris Riddell (Arc Publications)

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These poems are ‘not narratives but revelations’ says the author, and this seems a perfect way to describe the light of insight and discovery that shines, momentarily, on the forgotten or unknown. Here are fragments, scraps of stories handed down, examples of warfare, leadership and love, contrasts between worlds in the north and in the south, all of which come together to reveal the connections and interdependence among men that are needed for life. ‘If one man breaks the shield-rampart,’ says the narrator, ‘all his companions suffer.’

Harald Hardrada, we are told, was the greatest warrior of his age, true to his Viking reputation for courage, ferocity and ambition for ‘the golden crown, hard-edged fame.’ Several poems end with words of defiance:

‘I’ll brook no disobedience./None at all.’

‘I have no choice, only an imperative.’

‘Let me be blood and flames.’

Yet he is also a man of passion, capable…

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Poetry Showcase: Kristin Garth

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These 3 sonnets were previously published in the now defunct Mojave Heart.

A Feral Girl Belongs Between The Trees

You trespass, sodden footprints in your wake,
into a kitchen for purloined cake, crumbs,
a dollop, butter cream.  Clean pewter plate 
while an entire household dreams. You succumb,
to ritual, sneak upstairs, nimble toes,
where they sleep unaware.  Exchange soiled dress 
until your armoire’s bare, grosgrain ribbons, stowed 
in pockets, for your feral hair, still wet 
a little from the lake, your evening bath 
before your stomach ached for cake, clothes stuff — 
you’ll find, again, through the servant’s entrance at half 
past ten.  This house was never quite enough 
even when it contained your family — 
a feral girl belongs between the trees.



Nipple Pulls you to his chest, after all the rest to fall asleep the way that he desires. you suckling his right nipple…

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Happy #StDavidsDay . I will feature your draft, or published/unpublished poetry/short prose/artworks about this day and #dragons, #Welshness, #Wales. Please include a short third person bio.

Language and Music

It’s no surprise that I recognise it
whenever I hear it spoken
like I did that Boxing Day
at M&S in Bath, though I hadn’t
heard it for years, and couldn’t
pick out a word – diolch, diawn,
and not at that time of day nostar.

My dad thought it was Polish
but I knew it to be Welsh,
for I used to listen to it spoken
every day in the shops, on the bus,
in Sospan Fach. But it’s a mystery to me
how just recently, whenever Monteverdi
comes on the radio unannounced

or I tune in half way through,
somehow I guess it is him
and guess right as I learn
when the music ends
or from the text on the screen
or by saying to my phone
What’s this song?

The only tune I know is Pur Ti Miro,
perhaps not in fact written by him.
He’s on none of my CDs
or old tapes. With other composers
I often guess wrong.
What does this reveal about me
except how long I’ve listened to Radio 3?

Peter Donnelly

Bio and Links 

Peter J Donnelly

lives in York where he works as a hospital secretary. He has a MA in Creative Writing and a degree in English Literature from the University of Wales Lampeter. Thanks are due to the Dreich magazine, Writer’s Egg, Southlight and South Bank, where some of these poems have previously appeared. His poetry has also been published in other magazines and anthologies including One Hand Clapping, Black Nore Review, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Obsessed with Pipework, High Window and The Beach Hut. The 22 won second prize in the Ripon Poetry Festival competition in 2021 and The Second of August was a joint runner up in the Buzzwords open poetry competition in 2020.

Divine Blue Light (for John Coltrane) by Will Alexander (City Lights)

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Like saxophonist John Coltrane, who this book is dedicated to, Will Alexander improvises his way through noise and chaos to explore the furthest reaches of his source material and thought process. And sometimes, although I love the late music of Coltrane, I can’t but help be reminded of Miles Davis’ retort in response to Coltrane’s extended soloing‘Why don’t you try taking the horn out of your mouth?’

The contradiction is that the lengthier poems here are the most successful, as they catch the reader up in extended riffs of ‘Language / as scaled erisma / as amplification that burns’ with energy, confusion and the ghost of incantatory poets such as Allen Ginsberg, Gil Scott Heron or The Last Poets whilst also drawing on the bewildering radical politics and mysticism of black artists such as Sun Ra, Anthony Braxton and Amiri Baraka.

Shorter poems, such as ‘Under Corporate Worship, reproduced here in its entirety, don’t…

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Poetry Showcase: David L O’Nan from Cursed Houses pt 1

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https://amzn.to/3gknC3r the U.S. link to the book.

Twine Years Ever since I remember as a little boy my grandmother much younger than I actually thought She appeared to be lost and looking for the lost sunset all day Another cloud goes by, and she smiles and says "it is about to become really pretty out here." She would sit in on a knotted wood framed chair and watch her world disappear as the moon came out to remind her for a moment of who she is. As she twisted some twine together hoping to someday make more blankets and sweaters. The woman with style at the 1950's ballroom halls. The men would look and she'd flash her ring. A quick look back at her military man in a picture frame. Smiling in the dust that buries the room. Her yellow wedding dress sits in the attic. She remembers the walks…

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The High Winmdow Reviews

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Derek Mahon: The Adaptations (1975–2020) • Helen Mort: The Illustrated Woman • Carole Satyamurti: The Hopeful Hat • Richie McCaffery: Summer/BreakRiver Wolton: Year Mark RoperBeyond Stillness 

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The Adaptations (1975–2020) by Derek Mahon. The Gallery Press, 2022. ISBN: 978-9-1133-8420. Reviewed by Sam Milne

adaptations

One of Ireland’s finest poets, Derek Mahon was also one of her finest translators of poetry, as this book from The Gallery Press clearly shows. In a very interesting Afterword to the collection, published posthumously, Mahon writes honestly that in his ‘translations’ he has ‘taken many liberties, in the hope that the results will read almost like original poems in English’ (his emphasis), an openness that is not always acknowledged by poetry-translators (as is the case in Robert Lowell’s Imitations, for example). He reinforces this point by stating that the poems ‘aren’t translations, in the…

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