National poetry month day 22

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

To see the artwork and read the poetry it inspired, please visit Paul Brookes’ blog here.

Crow

On a branch, on a park bench,
a café terrace lit by streetlights,
night comes to engulf all things,

dousing the gleam of white blossom,
pale hands moving in conversational gestures,
bringing sleep or restlessness.

Only crow, suffused with the black
of aeons of space and bird-time,
remains whole, integral,

brooding on tomorrow, all our yesterday’s
tomorrows, the long dark furrows,
leading back from the first nest.

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Day 22 Ekphrastic Challenge 2023

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

(Inspired by all four images)

Light Songs

Fractured blues and greens,
fractals formed in light-shifts
of ebony wings,

kaleidoscope patterns
in circling seasons,
the stars sing

in their passing,
scattering harmonies
violet to red, they string

threads of life and death,
the visions of crow,
life-melodies, timeless dust,
our everything.

For Day 22 of Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge, my poem today was not written for Earth Day, but it fits. You can see the artwork and read the other poems here.

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Day 22. 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 22nd


The patient waiting (OVP22)- CP Quarterly

 

SFM22

AB22

BB22

Guardian (AB22)

Dark plumed, it stands guard;
only dried leaves touch the grass.
Its cause is unknown.

Night Bird (all)

Deep into the night
the bird watches. Sees a fox
slide between the trees.
A yellowing moon, soft in a sky
of blues and blacks, turns
to a streetlight in a city. Below,
anonymous citizens drink coffee
and beer while old film reels clatter.
The bird is a camera, watching.
Summer goes, and autumn
scatters leaves to the ground. The bird
sees them all. The bird is tagged.
Winter coats the tree in snow.
Deep into the night, the bird
watches.

Tim Fellows

Inspired by all four images

Light Songs

Fractured blues and greens,
fractals formed in light-shifts
of ebony wings,

kaleidoscope patterns
in circling seasons,
the stars sing

in their passing,
scattering harmonies
violet to red, they string

threads of life and death,
the visions of crow,
life-melodies, timeless dust,
our everything.

Merril D Smith

Clues Along The Perimeter of A Violin Fretboard

The moon
The bird
The branch
The berth

The perch
The blue music
The cold trees

Park raven
Crow caw
Street lit
cinema affects

Robert Frede Kenter

Clues Along The Perimeter of A Violin Fretboard

The moon
The bird
The branch
The berth

The perch
The blue music
The cold trees

Park raven
Crow caw
Street lit
cinema affects

Jamie Woods

(All images)

Crow

On a branch, on a park bench,
a café terrace lit by streetlights,
night comes to engulf all things,

dousing the gleam of white blossom,
pale hands moving in conversational gestures,
bringing sleep or restlessness.

Only crow, suffused with the black
of aeons of space and bird-time,
remains whole, integral,

brooding on tomorrow, all our yesterday’s
tomorrows, the long dark furrows,
leading back from the first nest.

Jane Dougherty

IMAGE BB22

Nocturne

We meet after dusk
in the shadows of Café Noir.
You sip your Napoleon Cognac
light a cigarette
I order a biere-blonde.

We find a solitary table,
beneath a tired yellow streetlamp,
names crudely carved into its veneer
by previous clients
endless seasons of wear.

I clasp your hand
caress your warm neck.
Your nerves settle
you know it’s wrong
but it feels right.

Each table bears witness
to many liaisons
lovers, dealers, prostitutes
anonymity guaranteed
discretion always on the menu.

A film noir
plays out on an outdoor wall
a murder is committed
it’s a regular crime.
The world revolves on sin.

Paul Dyson

The Legend of the Ravens

Should they leave, the tower will fall, legend says.
Six black Ravens guard the sovereign each day.
King Charles installed them with their feathers clipped.
The Raven master tends them in the crypt.
But do they really guard Bran The Blessed.
Whose head lies beneath the white tower. Possessed
with the power to ward off French invasion?
Or were the Irish and Welsh mistaken?
Jubilee, Harris, Poppy, Georgie, Branwen and Edgar.
Remain Retained at His Majesty’s Pleasure.
Tourists flock to watch their strutting about.
Guardians of the Tower uniformed, proud.
So, what was it that the legend had said?
If the Ravens leave, old England 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~21 ~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

Is this the cliff to which Prometheus was bound?
chained – abandoned to suffer severely
torture relentless-
the vicious eagle hovering on his liver-
crashing waves silently observe,
helplessly on sea ground-
disobedience ends in damnation

Flora’s garden
replete with love faith and Hope
tender acreage

as mellow as calm waters
rippling tranquility , in
soft serene still waves

dimly twinkling gems
on a boundless bluish shawl
Lord’s night lit garden

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Paul Brookes – Othernesses – A Little Review by Lawrence Moore

We need strangeness, newness to be alive. Unexpected, scary, constant revive.

In Othernesses, Paul Brookes takes a brave and uncompromising deep delve into the worlds of little things. Aided by Jane Cornwell’s charming illustrations, we are skilfully transported to the minds and habitats of his subjects to the extent that briefly, we may become the creatures in question.

It is a sensual, physical collection, with the language of his Othernesses chiefly direct and businesslike as they hatch, breed, rear, hunt and die with greater frequency than your average nature documentary, though seldom with complaint, busy as they are in the now.

As an Egg’, ‘Grasshopper’ and ‘Strandline’ (where Brookes proves equally willing to consider the perspectives of inanimate subjects) are among the highlights of a hugely cohesive first half. ‘Decisions must be made in loss and grief how to move forward in pain, through dead leaf.

As the book progresses, Brookes begins to explore human experiences too, most notably in Ghost Forest, a moving portrayal of a woman still haunted by her past. In fact, the second half as a whole has a more reflective feel to it, with poems like ‘Ocean Is’ and ‘Mirrors’ also striking harmonious philosophical notes. By the end, we get the impression we’ve been on a journey or, more accurately, a dream that leaves us feeling swelled with empathy and understanding as we wake up.

The book can be purchased at Amazon in Kindle, paperback and hardback here Othernesses https://amzn.eu/d/8PpQi9A

Lawrence Moore

writes poetry from a loft study overlooking Portsmouth where he lives with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. His poetry had been published at, among others, Sarasvati, Pink Plastic House and The Madrigal. His chapbook Aerial Sweetshop was released by Alien Buddha Press in January 2022. @LawrenceMooreUK

National poetry month day 21

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

Please visit Paul Brookes’ blog to see the gorgeous artwork that inspired this and the other poems today.

Nostalgia

Some things call to the past, to a nostalgia,
a loss. They call with majestic roaring
or small fish-mouthed silences,

oceans, regretful tears filling them full as fish,
a lonely barque drifting, only mysteries aboard,
wind-stripped blossom in a velvet eastern night.

We weep for what we have never known,
what we think we remember,
what we wish had been,

and the waves lap white and black stone
of cliff faces with their rough tongues rasped
like cats’, relentlessly, regretting nothing.

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Day 21. 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 21st.


BB21

Witness (OVP21) – Rougarou Magazine

 


SFM21

AB21

A Cliff Hanger AB21

Those green rolling hills of old England.
Gorse edged, peppered with Buttercups,
Daisies and Willowherbs. Laced with
entwining endless tracks, charting
historic footfall from Romans to Franks.
Plummeting to the sea a sheer 350 feet.
A barrier to all Would-be invaders.

Down the coast awhile
a safe haven, open to all.
Ferries mingle with cargo ships.
Passengers mingle with tourists.
port officials, officiate.
Cars jostle with lorries.
While still further along.

In a small, secluded cove.
A rowboat overloaded
tips its cargo overboard.
No one hears the cries.
No one offers aid.
No one even knows.
And no one is missed.

Frank Colley

(all images)

Nostalgia

Some things call to the past, to a nostalgia,
a loss. They call with majestic roaring
or small fish-mouthed silences,

oceans, regretful tears filling them full as fish,
a lonely barque drifting, only mysteries aboard,
wind-stripped blossom in a velvet eastern night.

We weep for what we have never known,
what we think we remember,
what we wish had been,

and the waves lap white and black stone
of cliff faces with their rough tongues rasped
like cats’, relentlessly, regretting nothing.

Jane Dougherty

Acrophobia (AB21)

There must be one of those wonderful
german compound words for that feeling
when you unexpectedly miss a stair
and you get a surge of pain in your foot
Treppenschockfußschmerzen or something like that
Mein Deutsch ist nicht sehr gut
I get that when I’m in a tall office block
I get that when I see someone doing high-wire acrobatics
I get that when someone climbs out of the window to avoid the villains on TV
I get that when you show me pictures of cliffs
I worry what will happen if I stand near the edge:@
What if I get that intense pain
What if i faint from my postural hypotension
what if I stumble and lose my footing
What if I give in to my curious compulsive hyper-urges
Wie würde es sich anfühlen zu springen
So I stay indoors away from ledges,
dreaming of a bungalow
with rounded edges on the low coffee table to save my shins
and cushioned flooring for when I fall.

Notes:
Treppenschockfußschmerzen – “Stair Shock Foot Pain” ( I made this up)
Mein Deutsch ist nicht sehr gut – “My German is not very good” (I am OK at google translate)
wie würde es sich anfühlen zu springen – “What would it feel like to jump”

Jamie Woods

Eroding Climate Confidence (AB10)

Even the chalk cliffs cry
out as the ocean razors
the coastline, basalt
mouth wrenched open
by winds, black eyes un-seeing.

Lynne Jensen Lampe

IMAGE AB21

DaneBank

and we loved those walks
along the cliffs
watching the guillemots at Bempton.

Looking out to sea
past the chalk lighthouse
and the wireless telegraph station.

A precipice of nature
sheer liminality
where reality meets the unknown.

North Landing is our favourite,
we climb down
into the bay

cobles discarded on the slipway
patiently waiting
for the next high tide.

This is not in the tour guide
this is our secret place
our peace our sanctuary,

just for us
and the birds
a coast of infinite possibilities.

Paul Dyson

AB21, BB21, OVP21

That Anniversary

There were no white cliffs,
no mountains, no peaks,
but we watched small boats bob
and sail
with our ponderings adrift
like eagles catching thermals
over river miles.

Small stars floated in my glass
the universe contained and at our fingertips,
I watched the clouds breathe, and

we walked along the canals
under azure expanse, hand-in-hand, no words needed—
the robins flitting from bough to bough
to sing our thoughts–
and later violet night enfolded us,
as we slept in her arms.

Merril D Smith

Leaning (OVP21)

Trunk and branch, leaning;
Forced to warp by constant wind
Nature finds a way.

Old Cliffs (AB21)

Old cliffs of white, so very sad,
crumbled by waves of modernity
We don’t like change, it makes us mad!
old cliffs of white, so very sad.
And what is more, we’d all be glad
if they stayed like this for eternity
Old cliffs of white, so very sad,
crumbled by waves of modernity.

Tim Fellows

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

 

Suddenly, It’s Now by Blossom Hibbert (Leafe Press)

tearsinthefence's avatarTears in the Fence

In Blossom Hibbert’s debut collection a lively (to put it mildly) imagination seems always to be wrestling with the loads of things going on in and around it. Inside and outside worlds collide and intermingle – much as they do in what we like to think of as real life – and the consequence is a poetry that, instead of trying to order everything neatly, and struggling to articulate what may or may not be its meaning, allows the imagination to come out on top in all its jumbled and often bewildering honesty.

I’m pretty sure purists will object to some of what happens in these poems. Lines have unexpected gaps and as unexpectedly fall apart. Utterance is sometimes fractured. Thoughts and images arrive from who knows where and are rapidly replaced by other images and thoughts because that’s often how the head behaves. As we think, as our brain…

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Day~20 ~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

Take some myrtle branches, spread them all over
as you travel-the world needs them-the planet
unable to breathe, heaves heavily,cannot shed tears
there maybe hope of water as hidden springs bubble up
in steep crevices,in lofty peaks, where snow never melts
hurry,hurry, it may already be too late-hurry -hurry (AB 20)

kites signal freedom
soaring high in the blue sky
who controls the flight?

Special tree grown here
did Apollo sow the seed
Forever in love

amazing journey
vessels of vision, unseen
miracle of life

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National poetry month day 20

Jane Dougherty's avatarJane Dougherty Writes

Please visit Paul Brookes’ blog to see the artwork and read the poetry it inspired.

Ravages

Wind blows west to east,
ocean to mountains,
rippling the waves of the air
with the steady beat
of the ray’s kite wings,

and we in-between, watch helplessly,
as the wild plum trees in the hedge
clutch their white pearls,
arms reaching out
after their stolen treasure.

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