Showing posts with label PENfro Poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PENfro Poets. 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


Friday, 20 September 2013

The Hunter



Breathing stops,
the moment stills.
There he is, above -
the hunter.
Out of nowhere,
watching, waiting,
suspended,
magically held in the clear air.

Breathe again as
wingtips quiver against forever blue.
He hangs, flawlessly stable.
Eyes search the ground;
this singular concentration
has one purpose - prey.

The great wide sky
he shares with others, far up high;
distant gulls and contrails,
but he sees only the heather,
and the meat within,
and me, watching the watcher.

Gorse scent on the hillside
is precursor of Spring.
The church bell just shows,
above the cliff.

The only sound, a
tiny stream.
Waterfalls in miniature
pour over rocks,
to reach the beach,  far below.

But the hunter,
only he,
is the absolute grace of this place.

(Kestrel over Mwnt, April 2013. )
©2013JackieBiggs


 'The Hunter' appears with 23 other poems in the booklet PENfro Poets 2013.
All the poems were written by members of PENfro Poets, a group that began life at a poetry workshop at the PENfro Book Festival, 2012 at Rhosygilwen, Pembrokeshire.
Published by Menter Rhosygilwen, with financial assistance from the PENfro Book Festival, PENfro Poets 2013 is available to order by post (£2 a copy, plus £1.50 p&p) by emailing me at :

 spreadthewords2013-abc@yahoo.co.uk


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