Showing posts with label Algebra of Owls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Algebra of Owls. Show all posts

Monday, 31 December 2018

Alone and together

For my first blog of 2019 let me first wish all followers and readers all the very best wishes for a happy and healthy year.

We are all aware that we live in uncertain times – for the planet and ourselves.  I also know many people who are facing personal difficulties and tragedies. May you all find some peace.

The poem below is the first one in my second poetry collection, Breakfast in Bed, which will be published later in the year by Indigo Dreams Publishing.
I was delighted when I heard in October from the lovely people at Indigo that they wanted to publish my work. They are a great publisher, and I have a number of poetry friends who are already published by them, some of them I first met on Jo Bell’s 52 writing project in 2014 (Write a poem a week for a year). Check out the Indigo Dreams shop here: https://www.indigodreams.co.uk/buy-4-get-1-more/4594495985

I am also pleased to say that several of my poetry colleagues in west Wales will be publishing collections in 2019 too. At least three others from the workshopping  group PENfro Poets (which grew out of the PENfro Book Festival nearly seven years ago) will have new collections out this year. I’ll post about them when their books arrive.

I am grateful to the fabulous website Algebra of Owls -- https://algebraofowls.com/poetry/
 --  for publishing this poem back in November. This is the first poem in my forthcoming collection:

Alone and together

A city that snares
slow rhythms
(Federico Garcia Lorca)

A river flows through
afternoon’s slow heat,
Lorca’s pace

                (together and alone
                juntos y solo)

babble at café tables
rises and drops into shadow
by the waterside

sun falls through trees,
the flicker of fresh leaves
in green spring

                (solo y juntos
                alone and together)

wine is red, time is yellow
the rhythm of the river is ours
for this hour adrift


Sunday, 18 November 2018

Memory is held by water


Getting poems ‘out there’ into poetry magazines and onto the ever-growing number of well produced websites can be hard work. It’s a competitive market for today’s poets.  Consequently I am always delighted when I hear from a journal that they have accepted a poem of mine, or even two poems, for publication. I was especially pleased this Autumn to have two poems published by the wonderful Algebra of Owls webzine. And I was double-delighted when this poem went on the win the Editor’s choice award.



Memory is held by water



They sit on the wall of the old town bridge,
                that place of endless departures,
below the high castle walls.



Usually men, mostly at night,
                they are silent, unseen.
This one is young.



His white face looks down between
                black boots as his legs dangle.
He will enter me soon, or walk away.



When he slips in I will hold him close
                but I will not interfere
as he sinks into my depths



I will feel him among my green weeds
                and in my vortices
carry him in undercurrents



with migrating salmon
                over the silt and mud of my bed
to the sea and out on the full tide,



as all the other lads before him
                over countless centuries.
I never know why they choose me.



Maybe because I am dark and very cold
                there is certainty in my currents and eddies,
no chance for a change of mind.



Bitter as brine
                I am always here,
yet I flow forever, east to west,



tidal, so they are sure
                I will carry their cargo out,
take all their weight.



This is what Algebra of Owls guest Editor Clare Shaw said about her top choice for September/October: “This was no easy task – a wonderful bunch of poems with many strong contenders …
“In the end, I chose ‘Memory is held by Water’ with its painful, chilling insights and its stunning restraint. This takes the story of one man in one place, and through the voice of the river, offers us something universal – as disturbing and heartbreaking as the subject demands. In its strangely calm and impersonal sense of compulsion, completion and comfort, it speaks for the people it depicts – with tenderness and respect. A great poem. Wow, thanks!


Algebra of Owls is a great place to read a range of top quality contemporary poetry. They aim to publish ‘engaging, accessible poetry from around the world’. Read more here:  
https://algebraofowls.com/