Swift Turbulent Sketches

I have a postcard of this painting on my desk. Its dramatic use of the medium (oils) appeals to me: stormy but with turbulent light pushing and pulsing.  John Constable painted ‘Rainstorm Over the Sea’ between 1824-1828 from swift sketches he did on Brighton beach.  I like to think of the artist resting his sketchpad…

Re-entry -after the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival

It’s hard returning to earth when you have been roaming around in a different universe, hopping on and off stars and planets, having conversations you wouldn’t have anywhere else, hearing voices that lift you off your feet and send you spinning. That would be you, Tony Hoagland, Kim Addonizio, Choman Hardy, among others. Yes, I’m…

Ice-age

  Blue – such a lovely colour   but, on certain mornings   when light changes from rays to bars,   it turns sharp, hard, cuts …   cuts deep  

Personal Eclipse

I love the way that today we shucked off routine and went outside to look at the sky. At De Montfort University, staff, students, passers-by stood looking through ‘free with the Leicester Mercury’ goggles, through ‘phone cameras, through pinholes in card, through colanders ( thank you Brian Cox), and, for the students whose Law lecturer…

The Art of Recklessness

It’s been a strange sad few weeks. I’m about to re-enter so called ‘normal’ life but nothing’s normal. I’ve re-evaluated many things. I can’t tell you EXACTLY how, but I can tell you that I am even less tolerant now of the irrelevant, the petty, the boring, the inconsequential, the energy-sapping, the ego-driven, in all…

Drying Her Prayers

My amazing mum, Mildred, passed away on Thursday evening. I am so sad, and, in the midst of all the necessary bureaucratic acts, have been reflecting on my memories of her. She was my inspiration, an ex-State-Registered Nurse,then a Nursing Sister, bright, and even in her nineties, had a memory that put mine to shame….

A Throw of the Dice-and it’s still January

It’s the time of the year, isn’t it, when January seems an endless tunnel -wind, rain tunnel – of grey. We are not yet quite mid-way through and I find myself yearning for spring, just the early promise of it when the air begins to soften and you can smell the earth breathing-yes, I think…

Happy New Year and the resolutions are…

Happy New Year! I wish everyone a creative and safe 2015 and that your resolutions are full of, well, resolve. Mine on here are all poetry-based and the first is to write more posts on here. My blog statistics for 2014 tell me that I wrote one post all year! One post. I couldn’t quite…

The Book of Sand

Hello, it’s been far too long. I deliberately decided not to do NaPoWri Mo this year as, from the start, I knew I’d fail in posting a poem a day, yet alone a poem and an image. Instead, let me draw attention to this jewel of a new publication, The Book of Sand, published and…

In Defence of a Nightwatchman

I’ve had a few lapses with my writing a poem a day but maybe can catch up near the end of the month. I’m reading a few poets in translation at present and this poem is influenced by a poem by Dutch poet, Ester Naomi Perquin, ‘In Defence of a Nightwatchman’. from her collection, ‘Napkins…