National Poetry Day

Well today is the day – National Poetry Day. The launch of the Poetic Vision anthology was great with over 70 people in the Zoom room.

In view of the day & my attempts to get into writing more I came up with a very short, hopefully funny rhyme.

National Poetry day is today
When all the wordsmiths come out to play
And as I attempt to write a little ditty
I hope & I pray it won't sound too shitty

Creation is easier using pencil and paper
Deciphering it? Yeah that's a good caper,
Has a spider scrawled across my page?
Or is it a sign of my old age?

The muses who help relay the rhyme
Always turn up at just the wrong time
At 3am I should be asleep.
Instead of deciding which words to keep

When morning comes will I remember,
The words that came to me late September
And as I struggle to read what I wrote
I've completely forgotten that 'brilliant' quote.


Aspects of Time

I have been slacking lately, and not written much for a long time, however that has all changed.

At work, a new colleague Nick Lovell published a poetry book, ‘Ever since the Accident’, which immediately got me talking about poetry which obviously is one of my passions. He explained that there is a vibrant poetry scene in Swindon called Oooh Beehive, (not far from me & where my place of work is located), and they have monthly meetings & open mic slots where people ‘perform’ their poems. Although I was interested I didn’t think I’d be able to go along due to my anxiety, then Covid hit. Not wanting to be silenced, poetry groups internationally began holding Zoom meetings, from the safety of my home I attended a couple of them and listened in. On one of Oooh Beehives open mic’s someone wasn’t ready to perform so I volunteered to share a couple of poems. My offer was accepted and I jumped in with all 4 feet,(Dragonesses have 4 feet not just 2) I didn’t have my video on but that didn’t matter and I was welcomed with open arms.

I have since attended and performed at several open mic’s via Zoom, not just Oooh Beehive, but also Word Staffords ‘Myths & Legends’ event. I’ve also attended a few ‘slams’ but don’t feel anywhere near ready to enter them, the standards of performers are just so high.

Through Word Stafford I learned about a photo/poetry anthology that was being put together for National Poetry Day entitled Poetic Vision. People were asked to submit up to 3 photo’s by a certain deadline. Once that deadline was reached all the photo’s were put together in a Facebook folder and poets were able to chose a photo to write a poem about (not any of their own photo’s). I was amazed, and not just a little bit excited that 2 of my photo’s were selected to be included and also the poem that I wrote. National Poetry day is today 1st October and proceeds for the anthology are going towards Guide Dogs, which is a very worthy cause. Mel Wardle Woodend one of the editors of the anthology and organisers of Word Stafford is Staffordshires Poet Laureate, and the book is being published through her publishing company Dream Well Writing. The anthology even has a write up in the local press.

And so, to encourage people to buy a copy of the book, here is my contribution to the anthology.

Aspects of Time

What is time?
Is it the passing of the sun that crosses the sky
Or the span of a life to live and then die?
Is it the change of the seasons that mark the year
Or the tick of a clock so loud and clear?


The sun shines as it crosses the sky
Bringing light, giving life that grows so high. 
From a seed that's planted deep in the earth
Springs a sunflower bright and full of mirth 
And as day turns to night, months follow weeks
Death follows life,  and meaning it seeks.

By the path of the sun we measure the time
Constant, steady, flowing like rhyme
The shadows we see scurry across the ground
Creep slowly but surely without a sound
The tick and the tock of a grandfather clock
Mark the passing of time so we can take stock

Time moves forward but does it move back?
What would make it easier to track
At times, time seems to pass so slow
Tick tock, stop start, it doesn’t flow
And yet it often moves so fast
When joyous moments just don’t last.

Take a clock and break it apart
Time doesn’t stop, no need to restart
Whether you see it or not it moves all the while
You don’t need to see the hands on the dial
Does it move in a straight line? Is there ever enough?
Big balls of that wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.

The apocalypse, doomsday, the end of the world
Is that when time becomes unfurled?
The beginning of time, was that the big bang?
Or was that when the angels sang?
Was Einstein’s theory of relativity
An excuse to stifle our creativity?


We are but cogs in the great wheel of time
Living while waiting for our bell to chime
Springing to life, hands meant to hold
To nurture the young and look after the old
When the pendulum slowly swings its last
Will the next generation remember the past?


Time is what?
The tick of a clock so loud and clear
Or the change of the season that marks the year?
Is it the span of life that lives and then dies
Or the passing of the sun as it crosses the skies.

The Lonely Dragon

Another gorgeous dragon painting by Immis Island Studio that has inspired me to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard as most of my muses are active at night so I have to write in google docs on my phone at like 3am or whatever. 

Anyhoo enjoy & feel free to share as long as credit for the painting goes to Immis Island and for the poem to me.

lonely-dragon-copy

The World Beyond

In celebration of Amazon finally sorting out Wolfian 8 print edition I thought I’d share my poem which has been published in this edition.

Poem and image by ME however, I have been inspired by a wonderful artist and have her permission to upload some of my poems on her paintings. Which I will be doing so keep your eyes open.

In case you want to go and check her amazing artwork out for yourself she can be found on Facebook and Deviant Art. She also does murals and takes on commissions so get over there and show her some love & likes.

 

entrance to faery realmpoem

The Writer

This is something I wrote over 25 years ago. It makes me laugh as some of it has come true. I wear contact lenses and glasses for reading and typing, but when resting my eyes as I haven’t got varifocal or bifocal lenses – my glasses do wear glasses.

I’m still waiting for the ‘Rich and Famous’ part though.

the writer

Green Man

All over my news feed on Facebook today I have been seeing a Green Man, so I got inspired to write a lil poem (as I do). As I’ve been playing a little with polymer clay I thought I’d photoshop a clay Green Man I’d made as a background. If you’re wondering what this has got to do with Dragons perhaps you need to see the Green Man inspired Dragons Eye I also made which is on the homepage of my website.

 

greenyman