Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, 16 February 2019

Making room (on the broom)

The extreme hiatus this blog has suffered recently is down to the birth of my son - who arrived 2 days after the publication of my review of Soupy Twists on this here website.

He is now 3 months old and charming all he meets. He is also - unsurprisingly in a household stacked floor to ceiling with books - an interested reader, who sits through whole stories (which are longish for his age!) with great attention, as well as enjoying 'reading' soft books on his own.

Being a full-time mother who is soon to become a full-time working parent, I will have to work even harder to make room for my own reading and writing, as well as fostering my son's own love of reading. I can only apologise for the gaps between postings that may well result.

Prior to my son's birth, this blog was also an excellent venue for my poetic endeavours, during projects such as NaPoWriMo. However, as I am now trying to carve out a serious career in poetry-writing, and many publishers do not accept your work if it has appeared elsewhere (even on a personal blog), no more poems will appear here.

So what with poetry-writing, reviewing, reading, full-time working, co-parenting, gym-going, (occasional) socialising, and much more besides, it's possible that posts here will be infrequent. However, for now, let me leave you with a list of some of my son's favourite books:

Cuddles/Ploum series (translated from French, originally by Micheline Bertrand and Lise Marin)
Being a bilingual household, we have some of these in French and some in English. As well as admiring the simple illustrations and cute characters, we find the effects of the translation interesting: the original French books rhyme and give a jollier feel, whereas the English ones do not rhyme and as such are more calming. Both, however, are perfect for bedtime, including length-wise - and thanks to being written in the 1980s, provide a nostalgic element for parents too. You have to enjoy a challenge, too, though - many are sadly out of print, so hunting through eBay and charity shops alike is essential. Nonetheless, you won't regret it!

The Storm Whale series (Benji Davies)
I admit that we often read books to our son that are pitched a bit above his age group! This series is intended for 3-7-year-olds. However, he sits through them happily and really focuses on the frankly beautiful and detailed illustrations. There are also little puns hidden in some of the pictures for parents (and, eventually, older children) to find. These are therefore really books that will grow with your child, which include moral messages without being preachy.

Juste un petit bout (Emile Jadoul)
Emile Jadoul's delightful little book is another one that's perfect for bedtime, with clearly recognisable (yet appropriately flawed) characters that are repeated throughout the pages, and a concise story that emphasises sharing. This one has been translated into English under the title Just A Little Bit. Some of his other books are also available in English, such as Look Out - It's The Wolf, and Push Me Higher!, as well as in other languages (such as Spanish and Italian). Our son's liking for it is testified via the corner of our copy which has been lovingly chewed upon.

Little Hedgehog series (Christina M Butler)
This series is another one recommended for its beautiful illustrations, which again hold our son's attention wonderfully. Aspects of the books are also textured, making them appropriate for even the very smallest readers, as well as offering well-constructed and rhythmically-told stories. Most of our copies are in French, but again the series is available in many languages, including Dutch.

Goodnight Everyone // A Bit Lost, by Chris Haughton
Our baby's bedtime routine is without a doubt enhanced by Chris Haughton's unique illustrations of adorable baby animals who are looking for their mummies, insisting they aren't tired, and more. Haughton's distinctive style and skill with different graphic weights makes this very different and much more modern than the more classically-illustrated books I have mentioned above, and are economical with the text too (with not a word wasted) while still incorporating humour (and maintaining that delicate balance of not making the little one too hyper before he goes to sleep). We have one in French and one in English, so you can probably take your pick of languages too.

Usborne Very First Cloth Books
Believe it or not, though, our son does actually possess some age-appropriate reading material, and he loves his Cot Book with a night-time theme from Usborne. Its detailed and brightly-coloured images offer contrasts that he spends ages looking at - and with a woodland theme on one side and a space theme on the other, there's plenty to keep your little one entertained. This was an impulse purchase in Exeter that has turned out to be excellent value!

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I'm sure I'll probably think of, and discover, even more as our little boy grows up. What are your children's favourites? Don't hesitate to comment below!

Monday, 1 October 2018

OctPoWriMo 2018! Day 1: Surrender

There never was a question of surrender
for we never had to fight.

Our white flags were forever raised,
waiting for each other's sight.

Emerging from the same white night,
we fight together for all our days;
and reaching undiscovered heights,
we unite in answered splendour.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 31: Mystery

the mystery of us
is the paradox of randomness
colliding with determinism
in an unfoggy raven night

the midnight meets us
making mauve our greatest hopes
as we simmer sonorous 
scarlet in starlight

the crimson dawn umbrously
sings outside shutters
brightening umber from pink to bronze
a rose gold ring encircling

the rust relents
revealing unblemished metal
in the sun emerging from shadows
as the lonely smoke clears

Monday, 30 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 30: Forbidden

Such a love that blooms
On such sere ground could never
Be forbidden thus.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 29: Breathtaking

You took my breath
then gave it back,
starting a cycle
of aerobic respiration
to last our whole lives.

Standing greenly on my earth,
I need you to inhale.

In breathing out
I breathe you in,
carrying you with me
molecularly.

Oxygenating
each other's blood,
you are the energy
in my every cell,
powering me
with every breath.

Saturday, 28 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 28: Belonging

Belonging with you
is as natural
as the earth meeting sky,
you the Caelus to my Tellus.

Fusing forever to create life,
we ignore any catastrophic consequences.

You emerged from a form of darkness,
and with the pure air breathed by gods,
you bestowed yourself on me,
making me part of you.

In our collective presence,
cornucopiae flourish,
yet we sow without seeding.

Together we are the elements that create the world,
belonging together irrevocably, abundantly.

Friday, 27 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 27: The scent of a flower

The sunlit scent of the flowers
disappears with us
as we close the curtains and the blinds
to be alone with them.

Their ever-yellow glow persists;
it is what you always bring me.

They echo in the yellow of lemons.

My memory mostly non-olfactory,
I close my eyes to see them,
sepals persuasively curling
with Flemish detail.

Their lack of scent brings no regret.

We have other senses to attend to.

They cast their lemon light over us,
their saffron scent
lending the zest of earth.

Thursday, 26 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 26: A once unruly mind

A once unruly mind
is tamed by love:
calmed,
harmonised,
synchronised,
cutting through watery depths
with a free diver's ease.

A once unruly mind
is made unrulier by love:
metasomatised,
foliated,
crystallised,
shattering igneously into rainbow fragments,
into kaleidoscopic, glassy beauty.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 25: Taste of satisfaction

We tentatively swirl our roses,
feverishly coloured pink,
piping bags straight up.

With all the lightness of Genoise
we laugh and listen,
lift the leaves
from icing into life.

Limits linger, yet too are lifted
as eyes meet over triumph,
satisfaction sweetened
by your nearness;
our sugar levels spiral to the sky
in a grandiflora masterpiece.

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 24: When lovers meet

When lovers meet
in the world's mind's eye
all earthly symphonies do swell
and merge;
for us there is the music of silence
refracting eternally
through convex lenses,
as new fugues rewrite themselves
and bend through complex lines.

Monday, 23 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 23: What is the message?

The message is something that took time
to spread its wings and fly between
our outstretched hands. It fledged in
hesitation, the old
nest comfortable but
safe. Too safe. We
chose the sky;
love's light
heights.

Sunday, 22 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 22: Purposeful passion

Our passion's purpose
is to illuminate 
the world,
silently,
invisibly,
like stars in daytime.

Saturday, 21 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 21: Nothing remains the same

Nothing remains the same
upon your leaving,
with emptiness pervading all
in place of laughter.

The candlelight that lit our morning and my night
has melted to its pith,
silvery mosaic pieces mirroring us in wax to make
our keepsakes.

Changed irreversibly, it is its own
memorial.

Yellow flowers,
fresh at the week's waxing,
dry on their stems,
slowly withering
as we flourish.

Xiphoid blades of light fought for entry through shutters,
pining to shut out the world.

Returning realities force them open now.

But all is not lost:
quickly time will run its course,
expediting passion's meeting. Not the same, but better.

Kingdoms of
love are what hold us together and house
veritable havens.

Jonquils adorn our memories always;
glimmering and giving, and
zoning us into wherever the other one is.

Friday, 20 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 20: Desires and remembering

You had allowed yourself to quite forget,
Suppressed it, let it fade away and die;
And this with just a faint trace of regret.

You'd buried love, and let it pass you by,
Diminishing a key part of your heart.

Convinced romance for you could not exist,
For many years you lived a life apart
From passion's lure; achieved eroded bliss
Near symmetried in words and duels and lutes
That could not stymie long arising love.

It came to life awake, no longer mute,
Allowing recall and discovery thereof.

Rememb'ring, learning, how to stoke these fires,
You recollected, gave in to desires.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 19: fox or foxy

Sunny redhead,
you shine under street lamps,
scavenging scraps.

Eurasian in origin,
you now focus unafraid
on your smaller territory,
comfortably coexisting,
boldly blossoming.

Whether accepted or not,
you are here to stay,
a vulpine urbanite
explosively calling
both to and from the wild.

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 18: Everyone went on eating

Not hearing the sun in my voice
when you entered the room,
not seeing your eyes swimming
when I took off my jacket at lunch,
and not sensing our connection's dendrochronic rings
when our minds break open,
everyone went on eating.

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 17: And the dragon chose...

And so the dragon chose
to listen to the boy

and no longer leave her
eggs exposed, then
wonder why they died.

He explained
that if she buried them
inside a mound of grass
the heat would warm them up,
and she would have
a life to call her own.

based on Dragon Boy, by Dick King-Smith

Monday, 16 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 16: Losing your tears and fears

Seen as if through a shop window -
mostly clear but slightly blurred -
my tear ducts appear to have a sign beside them
reading
FOR DISPLAY PURPOSES ONLY.

But it isn't really that;
it's just that their secretions come
at a rather high price.

The fear of leaving you
coaxes them out;
they are precious for only you seeing them,
and for their rarity.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 15: Fighting the urge to vomit

The needle threatens,
taking me as its own personal challenge.

Cold as fire and hot as ice,
it teases my vagus nerve
to tip me over nausea's edge.

I flush and shudder
as my vision blurs.

The syncope wins;
the triumphant needle in the bin.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

OctPoWriMo Day 14: Movement and words

Words moved us
towards each other,
speeding our orbits
until they coincided
to make an eclipse of love.

From then on time slowed
as we span through space,
each becoming the central stars
in each other's galaxies;
the universes expanded
to merge into one,
our words visible from space
and glittering at the speed of light.