These exuberant blossoms were taken by Filipa van Eck. They appear courtesy of the photographer, who is by day and night a talented opera singer.
On March 2nd when I woke up, I opened my curtains as usual. My first view is of the neighbour’s tree at the bottom of the garden. What had been bare brown branches across the winter had exploded seemingly overnight into white blossoms. It felt as though spring come. The poem ideas started to percolate. Here is the first of two poems about this year’s spring blossoms:
Anthers atop a filament;
The blossoms have come!
In the Ocean: a year of poetry
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012
On lit and sunny routes
keen ducks march down the banks;
in shaded glens
wise, eavesdropping willows hang
Glide on, oh well manoeuvred punt
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For one day my heart
was a rogue balloon
which found refuge in that tree
across the meadow-hill
where squirrels handle acorns
and the wood pigeons built their nest.
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With light that is
between the toes
and shines on
the river banks,
it twinkles in the sunlight.
Star of Sirius,
Star of Sirius,
carrying children over
Star of Sirius.
Night-star of Sirius
twinkling in the sunlight,
This poem is drawn from the “Journeys and Experiences, 2003 – 2008” section of my volume, SHINING IN BRIGHTNESS.
During 2007 – 8, I lectured in art history at a South African university, but spent much time pretending to be a musician. I played the viola in the university orchestra and attended many of the wonderful concerts hosted by the music department. This poem was written in loose, free-form while listening to a jazz piece about the annual flooding of the Nile and the mythological Night-star of Sirius. The location markers, “Eastern Cape” and “2008, Grahamstown,” set an ancient, abstract myth about Africa’s seasonal regeneration in a real geographical realm and time. Of course, the location was the recital room on the second floor of the music department, far away from any riverbank mud.
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New paths will take you
through the wood: A diff’rent
route you’d not expect.
From there you’ll see things
– like the lake – from points
of view you’ll not forget.
A green bench here. Let’s
sit a while. The blind,
we benefit from this.
Another poem triggered by amblings in Waterlow Park, a green-space in the London borough of Camden. In the park are a number of benches, many of which have been sponsored in memoriam of loved ones. One such dedication described the deceased as a “benefactor of the blind.” Since many of these benches are strategically positioned at resting points and viewing spots in the park, I worked the strands of literal views and sights and internal, psycho-emotional vision into the poem.
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Green weed coats the pond.
Catkins tiptoe past the curtain leaves
here in the conservation area near the tennis courts.
“Should you see
anything particularly exciting
please tell us about it.,“
requests the London Borough of Camden, Nature Conservation Section.
“Well, I didn’t notice much
(he bent down to kiss her)
Ah! Water deep
(she kissed him back)
Many readers really enjoy this poem, primarily because they believe it provides some insight about the poet (i.e. me). I suppose they make this leap because – at 1,47m – I am quite small, like a little human huckleberry. As readers, we also like to overlay the narrator’s voice with that of the creator. I shall leave the fact to fiction ratio up to your imagination. At the end of the day, it is my hope that the poem works in capturing a moment in poetic form.
You can own this poem – and 19 others – when you purchase a copy of my first volume of selected work: SHINING IN BRIGHTNESS. Two explanatory essays accompany the poems. The beautifully formatted book is available through blurb.co.uk.
I am on Twitter as @BeadedQuill. I tweet about poetry, my ambles in London’s green spaces and at the moment, my online dating experiences. (I also tweet quite a bit about martial arts.)