Estill Pollock: Mason-Dixon

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

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

January 23, 2022  and  July 26, 2022

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MASON DIXON

Hertford County, North Carolina

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

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Guest Feature – Kerry Darbishire and Kelly Davis

Patricia M Osborne's avatarPatricia M Osborne

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

Glory Days

Kelly Davis

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

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Possibly a Pomegranate by Alwyn Marriage (Palewell Press)

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

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

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

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Sijo

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

Autumn hunting

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

of gunshot echoing across meadow
woods and through thinning trees

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

La chasse de l’automne

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

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

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

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

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Bob and Wheel pic

Guidelines:

Quintain (or five-line) stanza or poem

Rhyme scheme of ababa

First line of two to three syllables

Lines two through five have six syllables per line

Links to online help

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

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

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

Folktober Challenge, Day 24

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

Eyes of Fire and Chill

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

and then the opposite,

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

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

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Blog tour review of ‘All Island No Sea’ by Christopher Campbell

Nigel Kent's avatarNigel Kent - Poet and Reviewer

An extra treat today to celebrate the publication of All Island No Sea by Christopher Campbell (Alien Buddha Press, 2022) and the 5,000th visitor to this website, an additional review!

Since reading Chris Campbell’s White Eye of the Needle I have been a fan of his poetry. I therefore opened All Island No Sea with great anticipation and I wasn’t disappointed. Yet again he has written a relatable, accessible, highly engaging volume of poetry that quietly prompts readers to reflect upon the significance of key moments in their own lives, such as moving house, the birth of children and the arrival of new neighbours, and to think about some of life’s bigger questions.

In All Island No Sea Campbell deals with the subject of change. In some cases those changes are the product of choice, in other cases they are forced upon him. Some are welcome, some are not; some…

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

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Eyes of Fire and Chill (Inspired by F2. 24 Boitata and F3.24, Black-eyed Children)

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

and then the opposite,

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

-Merril D Smith

Forest spirits

Through the dark trees
Firehead runs
rings with ropes of retribution
binding the hunters of flesh
in meanders of madness.

Through the dark of river water,
fire serpentines,
each glowing scale scalding with sin,
a finger crooked, beckoning
into the pits of Hell.

Beneath the dark stars,
fire weaves
hypnotic dances in the air, sucking
the lighters of fires into an inferno,
of their own making.

Beneath the stars, between the trees
and in the dark of river water
Firehead and fire snake, forces of the primal earth
run and wind, binding the forest
tight with love.

-Jane Dougherty

 

Urban Legend Storytime (F3.24 The Black-Eyed Children)

Slash of moon carves the shadows
Fingering jagged shapes on the wall.
We huddle, white-eyed
And whisper
lurid tales to shiver our spines
Delighting in our fright.

Recitations incantations.
Tales we know so well
we’ve stitched them into our skin
to worry them at night
with quivery fingers

We suture the dark with them,
sewing sinuous threads of story
into the fabric of night
and our bedsheets.

They haunt us
like the black-eyed children who lurk
outside the door.

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen

Bios and Links

-Jane Dougherty

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

-Eryn McConnell

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

-Spriha Kant

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

-Gaynor Kane

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

-Dave Garbutt

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

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

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

-Merril D. Smith

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

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen,

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

#TheWombwellRainbow #PoeticFormChallenge #Sijo was last week’s chosen form. Join Tim Fellows, Jane Dougherty, Louise Longson, Colleen M. Chesebro.

Sijo“Spirits of the Night”

On dark moonless nights, star-shine unveils purple daytime forest shade.
Shadow trees, leaf-whisper in song. In dreams, I dance alone.
Deep sky reflects my soul-spirit, loneliness, my chaperone.

Here is the link to my post: https://colleenmchesebro.com/2022/10/22/spirits-of-the-night-sijo/

How Did It Go?

I tried my first sijo… and I admit it was a bit intimidating. There is a rhythm that I’m not sure I found.

The idea is to write this sijo in three lines with a 3-4-4-4 grouping pattern in the first line; the second line echoes the 3-4-4-4 grouping with more details, and the third line is 3-5-4-4. I struggled with the line pattern, so I broke this down into syllables of 16-14-15, for around (45) 44-46 syllables.

I’ll have to work with this form some more to perfect it. Notice the punctuation and capitalization—this Korean form varies from the Japanese forms.

© Colleen M. Chesebro

Park
We walk as autumn sun retreats, softly warming leaf strewn paths
Zig-zag the mossy nailed-wood fence. Sunlight glints on many eyes;
Hyena smile, tigers yawn, lions stretch out, meerkats stand tall.

How Did It Go?

I had to channel the haiku to get going on this one. The long lines are a little tricky to handle at first but hopefully it gets there. As a Korean form, bonus points for the coincidental fact that Park is one of the most common names in Korea.

-Tim Fellows

Autumn hunting

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

of gunshot echoing across meadow
woods and through thinning trees

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

La chasse de l’automne

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

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

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

How did it go?

Better than expected. Almost didn’t take up this challenge as I’m not a fan of the syllable-counting forms transposed from a different linguistic culture. It’s too much like formal art, bonsai trees, fish in ponds and the vegetation arranged just so. But I gave it a go, and got something from it after all. It struck me that this form is adapted to a style of imagist poetry I associate with French, so I wrote a second version, which I think I prefer.

-Jane Dougherty

Blossoming trees we were married beneath are bare branches now
leaves have fallen, winding a sheet of gold over new-turned beds.
As the veil grows thinner, we shall sleep still together, here.

How Did It Go?

I really enjoyed this. I love writing short, imagistic poems, like in the various Japanese forms, so this worked really well for me. The bit I had to keep working on for a while was the ‘twist’ and it was difficult to know whether mine was twisty enough! I experimented with the third sentence both ways round (either beginning with ‘we shall..’ and ending on ‘thinner’ or vice versa) before deciding on the way it now stands. I’d read that sijo are traditionally untitled, so have left mine untitled – another bit of a poetry-god-send as titles can be really tricky!

-Louise Longson

Bios and Links

-Colleen M. Chesebro

is a Michigan Poet who loves crafting syllabic poetry, flash fiction, and creative fiction and nonfiction. Colleen’s syllabic poetry has appeared in “Hedgerow, a Journal of Small Poems,” and in “Poetry Treasures,” and “Poetry Treasures 2: Relationships,” including several other online poetry journal publications. You can find her poetry books on Amazon.com.

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

F 1.23. Enbarr

F 1.23. Enbarr

F 2.23. saci

F 2.23. saci

F 3.23 La Planchada The Ironed Lady

F 3.23 La Planchada The Ironed Lady

Manannán calls the new herd

At the edge, you can believe it into being. Skittish bay, water rolling
its whited eyes. Foam on the haunch. Have you been listening, have you

used all the ears twitching at throat, wrists? Repeat that old, soft spell, all salt
promises you know it: clucks to cantrip the tongue’s valley, any restless field

to solid endless. You are severed from your line and bleeding centuries and ghosts
who do not know that have still ploughed here. Each wave, her furrow of dark’s

deep. Each ridge starred bright white: mother light’s jasmine, wind-dancing lines.
The first step drags weight, machinery reluctant to let you go. The second crescents

the rich blue dirt. This wound fills. Water rushes your shape rising from the moon
of the hoof, pulses you wild. You the thing that flows, no fence in any direction.

-Ankh Spice 

How We See Them (Inspired by all three images)

Our basest natures conjure up
the one-legged imps, foul-smelling
creatures of the night,
and grief-stricken women in white,
who tend the ill with guilt-tinged care–
but the white-maned waves gallop
across the world, into the air, magnificent,
the swiftest creatures,
nature and imagination, alive.

-Merril D Smith

Enbarr

There was beauty then unsullied,
when you trod sea foam,
leaping lightly the troughs of waves,
mane flowing with seabirds’ wings,
racing between islands, green, blue,
bearing lovers from haven to heaven and back,

and if there was unhappiness,
it was none of your doing.

Beauty then you were,
and I wish the world was galloped
by white horses again.

-Jane Dougherty


Take a Sip of Wish (F2.23 Saci)

He arrives in a whirlwind of wishes
swirling around him in eddies of canary light
Feathered filaments of hope tickling the sky.
His red cap ready to snatch
daring you to capture him, bottle him.

Take a sip of wish everyday –
Will you taste the lemon tang of the open road?
Will it slick your lips with buttery lover’s kisses
or the sticky syrup of babies?
Drink deeper for the unami of love
And wealth’s bitter ale.

Tease your tastebuds, test your heart,
Take a sip of wish
Until you suck your dreams dry.

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen

Bios and Links

-Jane Dougherty

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

-Eryn McConnell

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

-Spriha Kant

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

-Gaynor Kane

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

-Dave Garbutt

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

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

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

-Merril D. Smith

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

-Jacqueline Dempsey-Cohen,

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

-Kyla Houbolt’s

first two chapbooks, Dawn’s Fool (Ice Floe Press) and&n