Saturday, 21 December 2013

Yuletide Blessings!

'They start just before the midnight chime as the frosts begin their ethereal weave between
the houses.
Leaving rosettes of ice on every window the soft lights reflected in their black unreadable eyes.
Scratching, gnawing, the small feet pressed against hard key stones, tails curling and twitching with an insatiable lust to get to the other side. They listen to the well wishes, the seasonal good will, the smallest witness of the colourful atmospheres as they scuttle between the pipes as the moon falls through a deep December morning. Keeping a silent vigil during the longest night of our year, knowing but not believing, that the sun will turn again. It’s all promises and promises worth keeping that could see us looking for the mice that would walk unsteady across the evergreen branches.'

Hi everyone, a happy Yuletide and Solstice to you all :)

This piece of prose which doesn't have a name yet is probably about as festive as my writing gets! lol I don't tend to write about specific things, my writing is mainly fluid and dreamlike, touching on many things. It once again started life as some automatic writing - I was sort of daydreaming, I was thinking about Christmas and mice for some reason and this is what came. 

When it came to finding a picture for this post I realised how popular mice are in the image of Christmas - there are recipes for making festive chocolate mice, children's Christmas stories about mice, they seem to be everywhere and of course there's the most famous line of any Christmas poem... 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.'  

                                                                                               A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore (1822)

In other news earlier this month I received a lovely email from a woman called Ruth about my post - Last Poem by Anthony Woodville

My attempt at photography
"Thank you not only for the poem, but for the wonderful explanation. As you say, the poem is difficult to understand, but with each reading I understand more and more. Have a great day! Ruth" 

Thank you again for the lovely email Ruth, you really made my day! Maybe I should think of writing more blog posts about my favourite poetry and offer my unique explanations.

Also I am honoured to once again be featured on Morgen Bailey's writing blog in the New Year (3rd January) with a new flash fiction called 'Light Shadow' - this one has a slight sci-fi feel to it. I hope you all enjoy it and don't forget the podcast of 'Old Norse' will be live 29th December - Morgen Bailey's Podcast List (Episodes 32 & 33 feature my flash fiction pieces 'Blackbird' and 'Eden')

Have a wonderful festive week and a prosperous 2014 :) 

Sunday, 1 December 2013

New Poem of the Month for December ~ 'After the Rain'

A brutal thought, 
and then another
flowing back, down
               through my bones and lungs,
                                                      taking my breath with it

I awoke to watch 
a wave break against my bedroom wall, 
underneath the star blue swell
I closed my eyes, 
weary to my brittle bones 
witnessing it rip
                   the wallpaper to the stone,

It grasped at its findings,
books, pictures, 
                     forgotten things,

I had lost the will to breathe, 
my mouth filled with salt 
and I choked on what the waters had to say, 

my body rolled with the rhythm of the sea’s distaste
I saw my life drift
                        away on the surface 
                                                      like pillage after a battle. 

Hi Everyone 

I want to carry on the the 'New Poem of the Month' feature, you all seem to enjoy it and I enjoy the writing and sharing so why stop :) 

As with many of my poems 'After the Rain' started out as a bit of prose that evolved. When I was editing this I couldn't get this song out of my head! lol -  

Also the name is inspired by a line in the song - inspiration can be found anywhere can't it? 

I love writing about water and experimenting with all its meanings and symbolism, how many stories and myths have grown out of a fascination with water? The Water Babies (one of my husband's personal favourites) Mermaids, Sirens, Neptune and Poseidon. Water in all its forms has always captured our imaginations. In this poem water is a destructive force to rip apart a life and all that we accumulate along the way, I don't really know what inspired 'After the Rain' sometimes I just write unconsciously.

When I was younger I was obsessed with water and swimming - I'm sure that has found its way into my writer's imagination. 

The last few weeks since my last blog post have been really quite lucky! I have had two of my prose pieces accepted by Crescent Magazine - an absolutely beautiful online magazine. Their tagline is;

'CRESCENT MAGAZINE is a new photography, art and literary online magazine for the daring and dreaming, under-spoken and inspiring.' 

I'm obviously one of those daring, dreaming, under-spoken types then :D Also my poem 'Sanctuary'  will be featured on Morgan Bailey's Post Weekend Poetry on 16th December - It is always a pleasure to be on her blog.

I'll be back closer to Christmas with something festive (well as close to festive as I can get lol) 

Happy Sunday