A vespertine creature versus capitalism

Victima

Alcithoe hunched in the corner of her dark bedroom
cradling herself with filmy wings,

(she waits)

a vespertine creature conversing with owls when she takes flight.

The light from the wall-mounted screen glowers. Much-hymned Bacchus’
tentacles of ivy and vine reaching out, incessant. Ever-changing visions of feasts:

an abundance of food on decorative plates;
fasts carts drawn by lynxes;
perfumed, fawn-skin wearing nymphs,
dancing, twirling, shrieking
with joy,
of joy,
about joy

that can be bought by offering oneself up to the Lightning-Born.

Being industrious, it has changed meaning.

To be a contributing member she must join the frenzy,
but she won’t. She will not betray her sisters.
She will wait.

(she waits for dusk)

Swooping, soaring, when revellers are busy with their dinner,
she echolocates her kind.

(Is this really punishment?)

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A new Poetry Pea podcast episode

a haiku about ageing

This month’s Haiku Pea podcast is all about ageing. To listen to the podcast or read the transcribed shownotes, please go to the Poetry Pea website.

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A lion and a graphite metronome: 2 poetry videos

Here are two videos of poetry readings, recently added to my YouTube page.

The first is an autobiographical poem about me and my father. The second, an ars poetica in the villanelle form. Do you prefer structured and rhyming poetry or free verse? I am curious, so please let me know in the comments below!

Me reading Sitting Room with Circus Lion
Ars Poetica

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Two sonnets: an orange ape and bruised meat

Dunston Checks Out

Occupying the penthouse of the canopy, the King
of Ginger Swingers, Man of the Forest,
lived large. A two hundred pound bird
singing. Amusing with a thrust of his jaw
his jungle audience. And later on
the final place where you could see
his body lumbering, infecting with his yawn
a ragtag bunch of ennui brothers,
was in a glass box. And then there was one.
Studied, poked, prodded by mankind,
who pushed the final button and declared
this Titan of Apes to be blind, and while
the elevator sinks towards marble transience
we hold yet another impotent conference.

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I wrote this poem for a competition, but then I didn’t enter it. Waiting for faraway deadlines and even more distant decisions is the thing of the past. I would rather share my poetry with you directly.

The competition had an environmental theme, and this poem is about the majestic orangutan becoming an endangered species. But it could easily be read as being about a certain controversial political figure!

I modernised the sonnet form for this poem, but my next sonnet follows the traditional form. It is a modern paraphrasing of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130.

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My love’s eyes are not like a dying star;
Her lips more like bruised meat than sea coral;
Her skin like snow driven over by car;
Her hair not spun gold but more like sorrel.

I have seen the Rosa damascena;
No, her cheeks have more of a fever flush;
No delightful perfume, her hyena-
like scent cannot be fixed with a toothbrush.

The sound of her voice is not unpleasant
but it’s not musical in any way.
Not a dreamer, I live in the present;
I can see that my love has feet of clay.

But still I think she is exceptional,
because she is real and not fictional.

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A poem, a zine and Patreon

fed_from_the_breastThis is another excerpt of the zine I have been working on. My zine is called “The Seeker” and it is now available on Etsy! Yes, I have opened my Etsy shop this week. This is the first zine I have ever made and I am so excited to share it with you!

The Seeker is now available on Etsy.com

This particular poem is the second part of the longest poem I have ever written. The poem is 64 lines in total and it is in free verse. There is one other poem, also in free verse, in the zine. The other poems are all prose poetry. I do hope you that will you check it out! It would mean a lot to me, as the writing is very personal.

I have also set up a Patreon page. It is my hope to start a community of poetry aficionados who take a close interest in my work. All patrons will get early access to new poems and they will also receive 20% discount on any purchases from my Etsy shop! Other benefits that are available include access to my musings blog, where I talk about what I was thinking while I was writing that month’s poem, and exclusives in the form of a monthly handwritten postcard.

I hope you will consider supporting indie poetry in any way that you can. I know that Patreon or Etsy isn’t for everyone though. Just know that I would love to hear from you here on my website or on my Instagram page. Every like and comment means the world to me, because it means that my writing has resonated with another soul, and then we both feel slightly less alone.