National poetry month day 27

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

This is for Paul Brookes’ ekphrastic challenge, art and poetry all posted on his blog here.

Prisoners

We are all prisoners of something,
roots trapped in other people’s lives,
budding promise clipped by circumstances.

Freedom is a word, a human word,
trapped between the pages of a dictionary,
unfree as a caged bird,

as the swallow’s death-defying journey,
an unalterable programme,
do or die.

We buy time, pass it, waste it,
ignore reality,
run from the inevitable,

treading in a frenzy
the relentless wheel
of our humanity.

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Day 27 Ekphrastic Challenge 2023

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

Blinks and Turns

Single cells to shiny scales,
swimming and slithering
in primordial muck
to crawl upon a shell-strewn beach,
to lap from tidal pools.

Each change, a yearning;
each season, a turning,
creating new from what is there—
stardust leafing light to air

we breathe,
time blinks–
an ice age comes, time winks,
the frozen is undone,
lost currents become storm-churned sea,
swirling turbulence shatters dreams–

soon, a thousand Atlantises
sink beneath the ocean’s blue,
fins glide through girders
of sunken skyscrapers still pointing
like steel fingers
from beneath waves to fickle sky.

For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the art and read the other poems here.

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Day~27 ~In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes~ Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge ~2023

anjum wasim dar's avatarPOETIC OCEANS

Inspired by Artworks of Aaron Bowker Beth Brooks Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
and Sara Fatima Mir

sea is a graveyard- a life giving home-alive foaming
furious, in fathoms holding,creatures frightening,vomiting
faceless swimmers-underworld seven seas undiscovered
scaffolding stones, ships wrecked ,bodies lost, treasures sunk-
is this in awe-a premonition of the great beast ?

O’ what a piece of twisted metal is man
fallen, remorseful unforgiving unkind-
proud in body soul and cutting mind
begging for more in this state, stale-
a beggar naked, once a king!
Racing four in gilded chariot, flung on
hilltop on all fours-no Restoration can restore
await the fatal fate -shorn of flesh , a charred thing!

O’ High riser builders
what do you take the earth to be-
an ever revolving evolving ball
balanced by mountain ranges,
constantly hit by climate changes-
I wonder how long –
these columns will survive
one strong tremor, debris-difficult
to…

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Day 27. My annual National Poetry Month 2023 ekphrastic challenge is a collaboration between artists Aaron Bowker, Beth Brooke, Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Sara Fatima Mir, and writers, Tim Fellows, Jamie Woods, Merril D. Smith, Anjum Wasim Dar, Jane Dougherty, Robert Frede Kenter, Paul Dyson, Frank Colley, Lynne Jensen, Kushal Poddar and myself April 27th.


SFM27


AB27


BB27

Sentience (OVP27)- published only on social media

Beach Body (AB27)

sand-blasted | salt-Beach Body | rough
washed up | sun-baked | worn out
escape routes | hiding places | worm holes
igneous | sedimentary | metamorphic | interstellar
did I fall | from the moon | from a comet | from a cliff
another hundred years | tides buffing | pressure washing
moisturise | exercise | omega 3 supplements
maybe I’ll be as smooth | as the others

Jamie Woods

Prisoners

 (all images)

We are all prisoners of something,
roots trapped in other people’s lives,
budding promise clipped by circumstances.

Freedom is a word, a human word,
trapped between the pages of a dictionary,
unfree as a caged bird,

as the swallow’s death-defying journey,
an unalterable programme,
do or die.

We buy time, pass it, waste it,
ignore reality,
run from the inevitable,

treading in a frenzy
the relentless wheel
of our humanity.

Jane Dougherty

Watching (SFM27)

All she does is watch.
Standing at the window.
Seeing all there is to see.

All she can do is watch.
Life goes on around her,
Children at play.

All she did was watch.
They blamed her for everything.
None of it was her fault.

All she did was watch.
As it all unfolded.
And she did nothing.

Frank Colley

Washed Away (AB27,SFM27,BB27)

I wish my memories were washed away
like a beach-pebble or stone
by a high Spring foam-tide
leaving behind a flat and empty salt strand,
a new canvas on which nature
can draw something new.

Plant (OVP27)

Blue sky, vivid leaves;
a plant reaches to the sky
its roots are drowning.

Tim Fellows

Blinks and Turns

Single cells to shiny scales,
swimming and slithering
in primordial muck
to crawl upon a shell-strewn beach,
to lap from tidal pools.

Each change, a yearning;
each season, a turning,
creating new from what is there—
stardust leafing light to air

we breathe,
time blinks–
an ice age comes, time winks,
the frozen is undone,
lost currents become storm-churned sea,
swirling turbulence shatters dreams–

soon, a thousand Atlantises
sink beneath the ocean’s blue,
fins glide through girders
of sunken skyscrapers still pointing
like steel fingers
from beneath waves to fickle sky.

Merril D Smith

Porous Is the Face of the Song

In the streaming,
The Knight
swallowed something.
Bent down on all fours choking
He vomited up.
He spoke with mouth and heart
and abacus lung.
He was Driftwood,
expelled.

Lapping the city beach, a sound
of shores.
Rush hour traffic
at her window.

A standard address to the aureole of leaves:
Count twelve to the beanstalk lift.
Then count the thirty or more lighted windows.
Silently, or with full voice.

She reflects:
Quell panic.
Breath with the falling sun.
Climb a stony hill up through the Ages.
I am Neither
Daedalus nor Sisyphus.
My roots float in water, bronchi.
Nerve endings of pain.
From song to nerve root centre.

(All four images used.)

Robert Frede Kenter

this is not another lockdown poem

Image saraFM27

Fifty pairs of eyes looking back at me
prisoners in our own homes
that’s what its like

No buses no trains no fuel
the shops are empty
the park is locked

No schooling (hurray!)
only zoom chats
and tic-tok games

This is not another lockdown poem
this is greed and inflation
this is a nation on strike.

Paul Dyson

Bios and Links

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

is an Indian-Australian painter, poet, and improv pianist. She is a self-taught artist who has been painting and exhibiting for over 20 years. Her work has been featured in several journals including Amsterdam Quarterly yearbook, Pithead Chapel, Two Thirds North, Kissing Dynamite Poetry,  and Stonecoast Review. She has been nominated multiple times for the Best of the Net. She lives and works in Sydney on the traditional lands of The Eora Nation.  Find her @oormilaprahlad and www.instagram.com/oormila_paintings

Sara Fatima Mir

Born on the 26th of July, 2007, in Islamabad , Sara Fatima is a Pakistani of Kashmiri origin. Gifted by nature with an inborn aesthetic sense, she is passionate about art. It is not just a hobby for her, rather it is a well settled heart and soul, way of life which inspires her to visualize the fine beauty and form in the world around. She has won numerous art competitions at school level. She is a natural artist and has completed the following two Courses : a) Graphic Designing -2020 b) Resin Art Skills -2022 from the Pakistan Air Force (PAF) Finishing School, Islamabad Capital Territory Pakistan. This learning has further enhanced her artistic skills . International Participation in Art and Poetry Project: Rucksack A Global Poetry Patchwork 2022 A Poetry Project by Ms Antje Stehn of Italy and Mamta Sagar of India. Sara made a Teapot with the help of dried teabags. A requirement .Its image is on display at the Poetry Museum Italy. Sara Fatima Mir believes Art connects people by portraying their lives. Different people, different drawings, different stories. Using all sorts of mediums, she flaunts her amateur talent and aspires to learn more to become the best version of herself. Please Follow her on Instagram @sketchfilez

Beth Brooke

is a Dorset-based poet and her writing is grounded in the Wessex landscape and history. Her debut pamphlet, A Landscape With Birds was published by Hedgehog Poetry in July 2022. Her second pamphlet, Transformations, will be published by Hedgehog next year. The poems are all inspired by the work of Dame Elisabeth Frink, the sculptor and artist.

Aaron Bowker

based in the United States is a super self-critical Virgo, walking a path between worlds while dabbling in art, photography, and poetry. Poems have been featured in Failed Haiku, Cold Moon Journal, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Heterodox Haiku Journal, with art featured in The Hooghly Review, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Black & White Haifa/Haisha. Special thank you to Jerome Berglund for being my mentor and pushing me to limits otherwise unexplored.

Robert Frede Kenter

is a writer, pushcart nominee & visual artist with work in many venues, on line and in print, incl: Storms Journal, Anthropocene, Fevers Of, Acropolis Journal, CutbowQuarterly, Anti-heroin chic and many others, as well as books including EDEN (2021) a visual poetry collection, and Audacity of Form (ice floe press, 2019). Work in anthologies: Book of Penteract (Penteract Press, 2022), and Seeing in Tongues, an anthology forthcoming from Steel Incisors (2023). Robert is publisher & EIC of Ice Floe Press, www.icefloepress.net.

Jamie Woods

Swansea-based Jamie Woods is poet-in-residence at the charity Leukaemia Care. His work has been published in Poetry Wales, Lucent Dreaming, Ink Sweat & Tears and more. Jamie’s debut pamphlet Rebel Blood Cells is out in June, and can be pre-ordered from https://www.punkdust.com/shop
https://www.jamiewoods77.com

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.

Paul Dyson

is from Swinton, Rotherham, in the West Riding of Yorkshire.
He says –

“We all have an urge to be creative
whether it’s art, poetry, music . . .
or just putting together flat pack furniture,
being creative keeps us alive and feeling human”

Paul gave up his day job 5 years ago to dabble in art, poetry and music, and hopes the passion in his Art reaches and touches the hearts of fellow humans too.

Merril D. Smith

lives in southern New Jersey near the Delaware River. Her poetry has been published in journals including Black Bough Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic, Acropolis, and Humana Obscura, and anthologies, such as the recent Our Own Coordinates: Poems about Dementia (Sidhe Press). Her full-length poetry collection, River Ghosts, was published by Nightingale & Sparrow Press, and was a Black Bough Poetry Book of the Month.

Twitter: @merril_mds  Instagram: mdsmithnj  Blog: merrildsmith.org

Tim 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.

Lynne Jensen Lampe’s

debut collection, Talk Smack to a Hurricane (Ice Floe Press, 2022) concerns mother-daughter relationships, mental illness, and antisemitism. Her poems appear in many journals, including THRUSH, Figure 1, and Yemassee. A finalist for the 2020 Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Prize, she edits academic research in mid-Missouri, where she lives with her husband and two dogs. Visit her at https://lynnejensenlampe.com; on Twitter/Spoutible @LJensenLampe; or Instagram @lynnejensenlampe.

Frank Colley

lives in South Yorkshire and has been writing poetry all his life. He is an active member of the Read to Write Group and has performed his poems at a wide variety of venues including CAST in Doncaster. His poems have appeared in several anthologies.
He is an admirer of Edward Thomas. His collection “The Story of Soldier A” was published by Glass Head Press in 2022. His self published pamphlet “The Nantcol Sonnets” both are available on eBay.

Kushal Poddar

The author of ‘Postmarked Quarantine’ has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of ‘Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages.

Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

 

A History of Poetry Comics #12

JB's avatarJB

Canadian poet bpNichol (1944-1988) explored the outer limits of words, sound, and pictures, starting with concrete poetry, moving through sound poetry, and creating a treasury of poetry comics.

In the poet’s own words: hence for me there is no discrepancy to pass back and forth between trad poetry, concrete poetry, sound poetry, film, comic strips, the novel or what have you in order to reproduce the muse that musses up my own brain. (Quoted in the introduction to bpNichol Comics (Talonbooks 2002))

He incorporated many of the restraints of comics into his poetry comics – lettering, frames and strips, superhero homage (Captain Poetry), recurring characters, captions, speech bubbles, and emanata. He also featured letters of the alphabet including a starring role for *H*, signifying H-section in Winnipeg where he lived as a child. But he also pushed against these restraints – ignored the frame, lettering ranging from precise to illegible…

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Day~26 ~In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes~ Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge ~2023

anjum wasim dar's avatarPOETIC OCEANS

Inspired by Artworks of Aaron Bowker Beth Brooks Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad
and Sara Fatima Mir

Athena’s desire
sky turned blue reflects in pond
Earth in wisdom, lit.

Hesperides trees
or neem ,healing diseases
trees give life to all

These rings of Odin
precious pair dwarfs made , in gold
two rings, powerful

O’ where are all the water lovers ?
did Backahasten ride them all away?
they remain under water during the day
or else would melt or vanish right away-
sea ghosts are unseen as it is light-
ripple less remain waters in fright-
monsters ,serpents will rise soon
and sing and dance to the quiet moon.

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It was twenty years ago today

Matthew Paul's avatarMatthew Paul: Poetry & Stuff

The Saturday before last, I went along to the launch of the Selected Poems of Harold Massingham, edited by Ian Parks and published by Bob Horne’s admirable Calder Valley Poetry. Despite torrential cold rain, there was a very good turnout. It was held at the former boys’ grammar school in Mexborough that Massingham and his slightly older contemporary, a lad called E.J. Hughes, attended (as did Parks, many years later). The excellent readings of Massingham’s poems were undertaken by different members of the Read to Write group, and even included a couple of musical settings for guitar and voice, plus some full-throttle Anglo-Saxon. It was a moving and memorable event, in part due to two of Massingham’s children being there. The book, with fabulous drawings by Pete Olding, is rather beautiful, inside and out, and I’ve been enjoying dipping into it.

Not much doing on my poetry front of late –…

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John Ashbery by Jess Cotton (Reaktion Books)

tearsinthefence's avatarTears in the Fence

Jess Cotton’s new volume in Reaktion Books’ Critical Lives series is a knockout. It follows John Ashbery’s life and work from childhood to death as well as his posthumous influence, thankfully concentrating on what Cotton in her introduction calls ‘Ashbery’s innovative, evasive, comic and confounding poetic forms’ which, she goes on to declare, ‘have reshaped […] the American poem as we know it.’

To be honest the forms Ashbery uses often seem less interesting than the reshaping, although we have him to thank for the Westernised haibun and furthering the possibilities of the prose poem. But it is the adoption of surrealist juxtaposition and collage, of parataxis, that helped reinvent ‘the American poem’, partly because of the acclaim and fame (if any poet can claim to be truly famous) that accompanied Ashbery’s work.

It wasn’t always so. Ashbery’s first two books of poems,TurandotandSome Trees, are pretty…

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Day 26. My annual National Poetry Month 2023 ekphrastic challenge is a collaboration between artists Aaron Bowker, Beth Brooke, Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad, Sara Fatima Mir, and writers, Tim Fellows, Jamie Woods, Merril D. Smith, Anjum Wasim Dar, Jane Dougherty, Robert Frede Kenter, Paul Dyson, Frank Colley, Lynne Jensen, Kushal Poddar and myself. April 26th.


Sunset at Macritchie (OVP26)- published only on social media

 


SFM26

 


AB26


BB26

Clouds (OVP26, BB26)

Clouds scattered, white, high;
water droplets, floating free.
Defy gravity
Hill (BB26)
Climbing the hill, I think
of the times we had together.
Each step is harder than the last.
Hill – a rondel (BB26)
I climb the craggy hill with ancient bones
regretting things that happened in our past
I find each step is harder than the last

My feet ache from the sharpness of the stones
my breath is short; the grief is unsurpassed.
I climb the stony hill with ancient bones
regretting things that happened in our past
There’s so much that I wish I hadn’t known;
Where joy should be I only feel downcast,
life’s play in which I feel I’ve been miscast.
I climb the stony hill with ancient bones
regretting things that happened in our past
I find each step is harder than the last.

Tim Fellows

Trees

(AB,BB)

Born when the stars hung low to warm the earth,
diamond drops glittering among giant ferns,
rooted now in columned stone, irrigated
with water-memory, silent as midnight,
a trailing blackbird song, the scent of honeysuckle,

~trees still spring from source~

anchored ships in earthstorms, never sinking,
arms spread to conjure rain and roosting birds,
crows’ nests bowing among the flapping sheets of cormorant wings,
flying with the clouds, tossing their heads in tempest winds,
singing with blackbird voices to the immutable stars.

Jane Dougherty

Keys to the Place by a Lake

Found a ring
In an underground cave
Followed the top of the hill
To the culvert
Vision of investment property skies
In glossy pamphlets
Leafed through
Someone’s abandoned advertising
The trees grow roots down into glacial time
We see both the surfaces and what is underneath
The cartographic mapping of volume
I was lonely in Ipswich, in upside down
I traced the expansive wall of blue sky and
Scattered clouds
Too dry, we need rain, clumps of the forgotten grasses, slope
Of neglected earth
Spotlight the sun as a klieg light
The walls of igneous rock clapping ancient demon faces
Who painted that, I asked the artist representative –
The one with water reflecting sunrise the peaceful
Boat, the crumbling wooden dock, the bridge
Leading down – I wish to purchase it – to
Affix it to the wall of my property
The one inside the photographs you sent me –
I wear my magic rings. We found them in
The hills above the caves. I take them off
At night – they cast shadows on my
Evolving manuscript. Where I am influences
What I write, asemic notes typed up in courier.

Robert Frede Kenter

A Futile Attempt to Get Closer to Heaven (BB26)

Climb the hill to get as high as possible.
Take an axe to get a clearer view of everything.
Stand on the stump, surrounded by splinters.
Look up, across, spin for dizziness.
But the blues are duller now without the dark branches.
and the clouds are dabbed in patterns
that Rorschach would label as meaningless.

Jamie Woods

Above, Below, and In-between

Inspired by AB26 and OVP 26

Beneath cold, cerulean sea
we dart and dash, circling
and chasing light-dapples
and sun-streams
of yellow, orange, pink, and red
that dance like tightrope acrobats
on the line between–
as we breech
and breathe. Submerge again.

Merril D Smith

At the hill of Tara Skryne

A windswept Fir ring around the top of the hill.
Survive the test of time and stand there still.
To some, they are haunted to others sacred.
Bewitched or mystic, ideally located.
Steeped in history, fact and fiction,
folk law, mysticism and superstition.
Witches Coven, Druid Chapple.
Hubble bubble toil and trouble.
Nowadays families celebrate the summer solstice.
With fun-filled picnics without flaming crosses.
Ramblers ramble and sightseers survey the land.
The view from the coppice is something grand.
We will stand in the east the grand master said.
We will sing and dance until the last of us is dead.

Frank Colley

Cuts and Clouds (AB26, BB26)

The sky downward
dogs into grassy fields,
piercing the earth to mingle
with an underwater
lake wearing a halo.
Stalactites finger
the aquamarine surface—
tourist attraction,
mythology, world aglow.

Lynne Jensen Lampe

Safe Harbour

Image OVP26

I loved that space
our piece of Eden.
I’d row out and catch lunch
in something no bigger than a raft
it never failed.
Usually a brace of trout or salmon occasionally,
hand delivered from natures pantry.

You’d be reading the latest bestseller when I left
sunbathing, asleep on my return.
We fried the fish on your portable stove,
eating al fresco – the only way to eat you said.
Then, making love under the afternoon sun for dessert,
sometimes a second helping if we’re lucky,
we were always lucky.

My love, how I miss you and those hot days of summer
the sundial now always in shadow
and my seasons have all become winters.
I wander to the jetty to see your ghost
nothing remains,
it is broken, irrepairable, unloved
just like me.

Paul Dyson

Bios and Links

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

is an Indian-Australian painter, poet, and improv pianist. She is a self-taught artist who has been painting and exhibiting for over 20 years. Her work has been featured in several journals including Amsterdam Quarterly yearbook, Pithead Chapel, Two Thirds North, Kissing Dynamite Poetry,  and Stonecoast Review. She has been nominated multiple times for the Best of the Net. She lives and works in Sydney on the traditional lands of The Eora Nation.  Find her @oormilaprahlad and www.instagram.com/oormila_paintings

Sara Fatima Mir

Born on the 26th of July, 2007, in Islamabad , Sara Fatima is a Pakistani of Kashmiri origin. Gifted by nature with an inborn aesthetic sense, she is passionate about art. It is not just a hobby for her, rather it is a well settled heart and soul, way of life which inspires her to visualize the fine beauty and form in the world around. She has won numerous art competitions at school level. She is a natural artist and has completed the following two Courses : a) Graphic Designing -2020 b) Resin Art Skills -2022 from the Pakistan Air Force (PAF) Finishing School, Islamabad Capital Territory Pakistan. This learning has further enhanced her artistic skills . International Participation in Art and Poetry Project: Rucksack A Global Poetry Patchwork 2022 A Poetry Project by Ms Antje Stehn of Italy and Mamta Sagar of India. Sara made a Teapot with the help of dried teabags. A requirement .Its image is on display at the Poetry Museum Italy. Sara Fatima Mir believes Art connects people by portraying their lives. Different people, different drawings, different stories. Using all sorts of mediums, she flaunts her amateur talent and aspires to learn more to become the best version of herself. Please Follow her on Instagram @sketchfilez

Beth Brooke

is a Dorset-based poet and her writing is grounded in the Wessex landscape and history. Her debut pamphlet, A Landscape With Birds was published by Hedgehog Poetry in July 2022. Her second pamphlet, Transformations, will be published by Hedgehog next year. The poems are all inspired by the work of Dame Elisabeth Frink, the sculptor and artist.

Aaron Bowker

based in the United States is a super self-critical Virgo, walking a path between worlds while dabbling in art, photography, and poetry. Poems have been featured in Failed Haiku, Cold Moon Journal, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Heterodox Haiku Journal, with art featured in The Hooghly Review, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Black & White Haifa/Haisha. Special thank you to Jerome Berglund for being my mentor and pushing me to limits otherwise unexplored.

Robert Frede Kenter

is a writer, pushcart nominee & visual artist with work in many venues, on line and in print, incl: Storms Journal, Anthropocene, Fevers Of, Acropolis Journal, CutbowQuarterly, Anti-heroin chic and many others, as well as books including EDEN (2021) a visual poetry collection, and Audacity of Form (ice floe press, 2019). Work in anthologies: Book of Penteract (Penteract Press, 2022), and Seeing in Tongues, an anthology forthcoming from Steel Incisors (2023). Robert is publisher & EIC of Ice Floe Press, www.icefloepress.net.

Jamie Woods

Swansea-based Jamie Woods is poet-in-residence at the charity Leukaemia Care. His work has been published in Poetry Wales, Lucent Dreaming, Ink Sweat & Tears and more. Jamie’s debut pamphlet Rebel Blood Cells is out in June, and can be pre-ordered from https://www.punkdust.com/shop
https://www.jamiewoods77.com

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.

Paul Dyson

is from Swinton, Rotherham, in the West Riding of Yorkshire.
He says –

“We all have an urge to be creative
whether it’s art, poetry, music . . .
or just putting together flat pack furniture,
being creative keeps us alive and feeling human”

Paul gave up his day job 5 years ago to dabble in art, poetry and music, and hopes the passion in his Art reaches and touches the hearts of fellow humans too.

Merril D. Smith

lives in southern New Jersey near the Delaware River. Her poetry has been published in journals including Black Bough Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic, Acropolis, and Humana Obscura, and anthologies, such as the recent Our Own Coordinates: Poems about Dementia (Sidhe Press). Her full-length poetry collection, River Ghosts, was published by Nightingale & Sparrow Press, and was a Black Bough Poetry Book of the Month.

Twitter: @merril_mds  Instagram: mdsmithnj  Blog: merrildsmith.org

Tim 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.

Lynne Jensen Lampe’s

debut collection, Talk Smack to a Hurricane (Ice Floe Press, 2022) concerns mother-daughter relationships, mental illness, and antisemitism. Her poems appear in many journals, including THRUSH, Figure 1, and Yemassee. A finalist for the 2020 Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Prize, she edits academic research in mid-Missouri, where she lives with her husband and two dogs. Visit her at https://lynnejensenlampe.com; on Twitter/Spoutible @LJensenLampe; or Instagram @lynnejensenlampe.
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Sunset at Macritchie (OVP26)- published only on social media

 


SFM26


AB26

BB26

Clouds (OVP26, BB26)

Clouds scattered, white, high;
water droplets, floating free.
Defy gravity
Hill (BB26)
Climbing the hill, I think
of the times we had together.
Each step is harder than the last.
Hill – a rondel (BB26)
I climb the craggy hill with ancient bones
regretting things that happened in our past
I find each step is harder than the last

My feet ache from the sharpness of the stones
my breath is short; the grief is unsurpassed.
I climb the stony hill with ancient bones
regretting things that happened in our past
There’s so much that I wish I hadn’t known;
Where joy should be I only feel downcast,
life’s play in which I feel I’ve been miscast.
I climb the stony hill with ancient bones
regretting things that happened in our past
I find each step is harder than the last.

Tim Fellows

Trees

(AB,BB)

Born when the stars hung low to warm the earth,
diamond drops glittering among giant ferns,
rooted now in columned stone, irrigated
with water-memory, silent as midnight,
a trailing blackbird song, the scent of honeysuckle,

~trees still spring from source~

anchored ships in earthstorms, never sinking,
arms spread to conjure rain and roosting birds,
crows’ nests bowing among the flapping sheets of cormorant wings,
flying with the clouds, tossing their heads in tempest winds,
singing with blackbird voices to the immutable stars.

Jane Dougherty

Keys to the Place by a Lake

Found a ring
In an underground cave
Followed the top of the hill
To the culvert
Vision of investment property skies
In glossy pamphlets
Leafed through
Someone’s abandoned advertising
The trees grow roots down into glacial time
We see both the surfaces and what is underneath
The cartographic mapping of volume
I was lonely in Ipswich, in upside down
I traced the expansive wall of blue sky and
Scattered clouds
Too dry, we need rain, clumps of the forgotten grasses, slope
Of neglected earth
Spotlight the sun as a klieg light
The walls of igneous rock clapping ancient demon faces
Who painted that, I asked the artist representative –
The one with water reflecting sunrise the peaceful
Boat, the crumbling wooden dock, the bridge
Leading down – I wish to purchase it – to
Affix it to the wall of my property
The one inside the photographs you sent me –
I wear my magic rings. We found them in
The hills above the caves. I take them off
At night – they cast shadows on my
Evolving manuscript. Where I am influences
What I write, asemic notes typed up in courier.

Robert Frede Kenter

A Futile Attempt to Get Closer to Heaven (BB26)

Climb the hill to get as high as possible.
Take an axe to get a clearer view of everything.
Stand on the stump, surrounded by splinters.
Look up, across, spin for dizziness.
But the blues are duller now without the dark branches.
and the clouds are dabbed in patterns
that Rorschach would label as meaningless.

Jamie Woods

Above, Below, and In-between

Inspired by AB26 and OVP 26

Beneath cold, cerulean sea
we dart and dash, circling
and chasing light-dapples
and sun-streams
of yellow, orange, pink, and red
that dance like tightrope acrobats
on the line between–
as we breech
and breathe. Submerge again.

Jane Dougherty

At the hill of Tara Skryne

A windswept Fir ring around the top of the hill.
Survive the test of time and stand there still.
To some, they are haunted to others sacred.
Bewitched or mystic, ideally located.
Steeped in history, fact and fiction,
folk law, mysticism and superstition.
Witches Coven, Druid Chapple.
Hubble bubble toil and trouble.
Nowadays families celebrate the summer solstice.
With fun-filled picnics without flaming crosses.
Ramblers ramble and sightseers survey the land.
The view from the coppice is something grand.
We will stand in the east the grand master said.
We will sing and dance until the last of us is dead.

Frank Colley

Bios and Links

Oormila Vijayakrishnan Prahlad

is an Indian-Australian painter, poet, and improv pianist. She is a self-taught artist who has been painting and exhibiting for over 20 years. Her work has been featured in several journals including Amsterdam Quarterly yearbook, Pithead Chapel, Two Thirds North, Kissing Dynamite Poetry,  and Stonecoast Review. She has been nominated multiple times for the Best of the Net. She lives and works in Sydney on the traditional lands of The Eora Nation.  Find her @oormilaprahlad and www.instagram.com/oormila_paintings

Sara Fatima Mir

Born on the 26th of July, 2007, in Islamabad , Sara Fatima is a Pakistani of Kashmiri origin. Gifted by nature with an inborn aesthetic sense, she is passionate about art. It is not just a hobby for her, rather it is a well settled heart and soul, way of life which inspires her to visualize the fine beauty and form in the world around. She has won numerous art competitions at school level. She is a natural artist and has completed the following two Courses : a) Graphic Designing -2020 b) Resin Art Skills -2022 from the Pakistan Air Force (PAF) Finishing School, Islamabad Capital Territory Pakistan. This learning has further enhanced her artistic skills . International Participation in Art and Poetry Project: Rucksack A Global Poetry Patchwork 2022 A Poetry Project by Ms Antje Stehn of Italy and Mamta Sagar of India. Sara made a Teapot with the help of dried teabags. A requirement .Its image is on display at the Poetry Museum Italy. Sara Fatima Mir believes Art connects people by portraying their lives. Different people, different drawings, different stories. Using all sorts of mediums, she flaunts her amateur talent and aspires to learn more to become the best version of herself. Please Follow her on Instagram @sketchfilez

Beth Brooke

is a Dorset-based poet and her writing is grounded in the Wessex landscape and history. Her debut pamphlet, A Landscape With Birds was published by Hedgehog Poetry in July 2022. Her second pamphlet, Transformations, will be published by Hedgehog next year. The poems are all inspired by the work of Dame Elisabeth Frink, the sculptor and artist.

Aaron Bowker

based in the United States is a super self-critical Virgo, walking a path between worlds while dabbling in art, photography, and poetry. Poems have been featured in Failed Haiku, Cold Moon Journal, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Heterodox Haiku Journal, with art featured in The Hooghly Review, The Wombwell Rainbow, and Black & White Haifa/Haisha. Special thank you to Jerome Berglund for being my mentor and pushing me to limits otherwise unexplored.

Robert Frede Kenter

is a writer, pushcart nominee & visual artist with work in many venues, on line and in print, incl: Storms Journal, Anthropocene, Fevers Of, Acropolis Journal, CutbowQuarterly, Anti-heroin chic and many others, as well as books including EDEN (2021) a visual poetry collection, and Audacity of Form (ice floe press, 2019). Work in anthologies: Book of Penteract (Penteract Press, 2022), and Seeing in Tongues, an anthology forthcoming from Steel Incisors (2023). Robert is publisher & EIC of Ice Floe Press, www.icefloepress.net.

Jamie Woods

Swansea-based Jamie Woods is poet-in-residence at the charity Leukaemia Care. His work has been published in Poetry Wales, Lucent Dreaming, Ink Sweat & Tears and more. Jamie’s debut pamphlet Rebel Blood Cells is out in June, and can be pre-ordered from https://www.punkdust.com/shop
https://www.jamiewoods77.com

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.

Paul Dyson

is from Swinton, Rotherham, in the West Riding of Yorkshire.
He says –

“We all have an urge to be creative
whether it’s art, poetry, music . . .
or just putting together flat pack furniture,
being creative keeps us alive and feeling human”

Paul gave up his day job 5 years ago to dabble in art, poetry and music, and hopes the passion in his Art reaches and touches the hearts of fellow humans too.

Merril D. Smith

lives in southern New Jersey near the Delaware River. Her poetry has been published in journals including Black Bough Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic, Acropolis, and Humana Obscura, and anthologies, such as the recent Our Own Coordinates: Poems about Dementia (Sidhe Press). Her full-length poetry collection, River Ghosts, was published by Nightingale & Sparrow Press, and was a Black Bough Poetry Book of the Month.

Twitter: @merril_mds  Instagram: mdsmithnj  Blog: merrildsmith.org

Tim 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.

Lynne Jensen Lampe’s

debut collection, Talk Smack to a Hurricane (Ice Floe Press, 2022) concerns mother-daughter relationships, mental illness, and antisemitism. Her poems appear in many journals, including THRUSH, Figure 1, and Yemassee. A finalist for the 2020 Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Prize, she edits academic research in mid-Missouri, where she lives with her husband and two dogs. Visit her at https://lynnejensenlampe.com; on Twitter/Spoutible @LJensenLampe; or Instagram @lynnejensenlampe.

Frank Colley

lives in South Yorkshire and has been writing poetry all his life. He is an active member of the Read to Write Group and has performed his poems at a wide variety of venues including CAST in Doncaster. His poems have appeared in several anthologies.
He is an admirer of Edward Thomas. His collection “The Story of Soldier A” was published by Glass Head Press in 2022. His self published pamphlet “The Nantcol Sonnets” both are available on eBay.

Kushal Poddar

The author of ‘Postmarked Quarantine’ has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of ‘Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages.

Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

 

Day 25 Ekphrastic Challenge

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

(Inspired by AB25 and BB25)

All Around Us

Blue-feathered sky
above the treetop green
reflects the earth below

where jays flitter
and robins sing,
and each puddled rock

holds worlds within,
swimming in light,
hidden in umbra,
minuscule creatures
dream boundless dreams.

For Day 25 of Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the art and read the other poems here.

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