Ness Owen’s Mamiaith (2019), London, Arachne Press Ness Owen’s debut collection hits the ground running: there is a sense of earth underfoot and feet marching to break historic silences and oppressions. These are poems about claiming one’s voice and speaking out, standing with others in solidarity: ‘join us/march where you’re standing/they can’t ignore us all’ … More Review of Ness Owen’s debut collection
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Victoria Field’s new poetry collection was published this year. I’m delighted to share a short conversation piece about the book and one poem in particular. You can buy a copy of the collection here. I’ve been enjoying your new collection A Speech of Birds, Vicky, and find a playful levity present along with such weightier themes of … More A Speech of Birds
Blackthorn is muscular all year flexing macho bones angles points but in May blackthorn turns transvestite all froth of frocks all bridal bright all frilly and all lady-like all May Ball Queen in petal white From Fiona Owen, O My Swan (pamphlet, out of print).
Prayer Poem Dear precious flesh, frail and needy, this is a prayer for you. You, the lit candle who drips your wax and burns your length of wick, your light both tenuous and tenacious – You, prey to the umpteen plagues, to draughts and gales from the four quarters – Know yourself, at this moment, … More Poem for us all at the time of Covid-19
out in the chill day ivy is green gloss vigour – hold to the heartwood
poetry of rain – words like leaves have swirled all day scattered by the gale
Noting how winter is like gravity, pulling – the last leaf yields
Night’s wind whistling. Here’s Bethlehem olive wood – protect the heart-space
It’s getting windy. We draw the curtains early – cultivate the flame.