Archives for the month of: October, 2013

Her magical box

held gnats

and a nightingale.

 

Once opened,

Both entered our dreams.

 

(Pandora’s Box)

Shining in Brightness, my first volume, is available for preview at blurb.co.uk

I tweet as @BeadedQuill about writing, whatever obsession I’m into at that time. At present, it’s baking (more often than not, in vain) for nice young men.

(P.S. My Dad told me the story of Pandora’s box as a child. As was the case with tale of Chicken Licken, the myth of Pandora’s box really disturbed me.)

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Here ‘fore me, plinth of polish

For the tree to rest on wood

In flat sheets with fastened thoughts

Set forth as marching words.

 

Heralded tonight and often

They are by crest announced.

We cluster! And applaud.

It is a shared experience.

 

Now, to – I must address:

 

From nothing written

from have

and only have

of a fatted dream now fit for parade

with open palms and empty hands

‘fore that company and polished staff

all suited in investiture

I on tip-toe said,

 

I have nothing written here.

I speak only from my heart.

Of late I have drawn inspiration from a combination of lived and imagined experiences. Today’s poem along with ‘Stuck‘ and ‘Genuine‘ of last week are the products of this current creative “sourcery”.

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Lento con agitato, for 10 minutes

to to to

tomorrow

tomorrow

tomorrow

too morrow

to

to morrow

tomorrow

row tomorrow

morrow

tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow

After the stroke

Aunt Edie struggled with tomorrow

and words. We performed patience

with wrapped chrysanthemums

for twenty minutes

each week.

She lay tied up in tubes.

In much printed Western music, there are performance instructions in the top left-hand corner. These instructions guide character and tempo. The poem above adopts this idea.

If you enjoyed “Stuck,” have a glance at my first published volume – SHINING IN BRIGHTNESS.

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When it is from deep inside

and through my eyes,

that crinkled nose –

my truest smile.

For some time I was a regular attendee of a writing group. I often presented very short poems (some of which were to feature in ‘Shining in Brightness‘, my first volume and others which are earmarked for the forthcoming ‘Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys’.) It helped that I could print out eight copies of a poem on one A4 page. This meant I saved on printing. The resulting items to be read out were palm-sized scraps of paper. In honour of their size and effect, one of my fellow attendees declared my signature pieces “sushi poems.”

I love the idea that these short verses might pack a punch, prove tasty and nutritious. The poem above is a fresh addition to the ever growing bundle.

Here are some more of my sushi poems available on the Beaded Quill blog:

String

Pavement Writer

Ode to a Golden Mango

Things of the Heart Told in Quiet #1

A Poem about Scales (red herring)

Conversation

At Noon

The hummingbird stands for love

926 Breathless Accomplishments

The Poet

Clementi Brings in 2013

If you enjoyed the above read ‘Pavement Walker’, the first poem in my volume ‘Shining in Brightness, available for purchase and preview at blurb.co.uk

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That trick where the tulips

turn menacing

like the mushrooms did

two years before

 

or the sharp rust glimpse

of fox made thought

or the transported flea

conjoining lovers

 

Ah! Lettered objects

finely wrought, still

so far from my window.

Can you guess the three poems referenced?

If you enjoyed the above poem, you may enjoy a preview of my first published volume Shining in Brightness.

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We hammered it in the sforzando bits,
chiselled it to master tempi,
phrased it gently where the lilt shone through.

While counting down the repeats
we tried to love
the symphony seldom played.

It was our oboist who noted
during the tea and smoke break:
the favourites remain the favourites
for a reason

In my twenties I often played in student orchestras, amateur orchestras and, on a few rare and special occasions, professional/semi-professional orchestras. It was hard work, but in the furnace we had great fun and often developed a wonderful sense of camaraderie.

Sadly, my musical memory is not good and I cannot remember which symphony might be the germ of this poem. This is probably just as well.

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Hark! Hark!

The swirling spheres in proclamation

jangled silver bells.

The whole kerfuffle woke the stars and the

Light of more silver bright to

Magnify that

 

We

 

We humans all

Understand

 

Understand, understood, know

The planets, the universe,

All there is

To understand and know.

All of everything.

 

the planets therefore

understood above all

of the universe

since we all

understood (finally, absolutely)

all there is

 

We humans know all

all of

therefore,

all of today,

all of the universe, the planets, understanding,

knowledge,

light,

years,

everything.

I heard on the radio this morning that it is World Space Week. I am often overwhelmed by the enormity and intricacies of the greater universe. Will humans ever really understand it all? Do we really need to? I imagine, loosely, a poetic press conference on the day full knowledge of all is announced.

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The bees credit it as some point of luxury

to be on the Tube.

They keep meaning to take the bus,

but tonight it was raining busy

people and a real weasel.

The wet walk up Charing Cross road

was not the easiest way.

 

One more stop. More peppermint

and fennel.

Today, 3rd October, was National Poetry Day in the UK. To mark a day dedicated to poetry, yes, you have already read a poem. You may also wish to read my musings and the short poem I wrote earlier this year for World Poetry Day. Please do keep reading and enjoying poetry on any day.