Poetry is meant to be encountered through the ear as well as the eye. Events such as Testify, Chester’s latest Poetry Open Mic Night (where this photo was taken), is a great opportunity to listen to other poets’ work as well as contribute one’s own. You can find out more about Testify and its inspiring, founding poet Debz Butler here
I was delighted to win the Outstanding Poem Award in the April 2019 edition of Bucks Mills Poetry Magazine, with In His Element, which you can read here Editor LK Merlynda Robinson, is based in North Devon, where her Bucks Mills Poetry Gallery Bookshop hosts weekly poetry readings – indoors and out! – as well as its own Maytime Poetry Festival. Find out more here .
The sonnet below was Highly Commended in the Poetry Space Competition 2013, and is in the Competition Anthology – Words that Signify – anthology, as well as subsequently in The INFJ Anthology (See Books page). You can find out more about Poetry Space’s work as a platform for contemporary poetry here .
Early Flowering
The blossom frothed upon the grainy bough –
A cherry tree cascading bloom on bloom
to fete us to our grand new home down south.
Pink petals danced the sky outside my room,
till flower-flakes, all flecked with rain, descended.
Trampled to mash, deserting dust-green leaves,
their dizzy glory days, like ours, soon ended.
Four seasons on. Redundancy. We moved.
We’d pass by our old home with angled necks
to spy the Porsche parked upon the drive.
An exile from the garden space out back,
each May I’d miss that shell-pink splash of life
and sit in pale remembrance of its splendour,
in a house boxed in and bullied by leylandi.
© Julia D McGuinness
Poet and Writing Practitioner Bethany Rivers’ online poetry magazine As Above So Below explores themes of spirituality. I’m delighted to have two poems included in the first two editions: Setting up and On Walking A Labyrinth Backwards respectively.
Below is one of three poems published online by Clear Poetry , a site publishing a wide range of poets’ accessible new work. It was edited by UK-based poet Ben Banyard .
Chocolate for an Old Man
A slab of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk
glued to the roof of his mouth, his tongue
nudged it into sweet lava flow, slowly
lapped the tablet to the size of a pea.
An afternoon’s work. But no rush for one
who would now eat nothing but chocolate.
Cannot the dying dine as they please?
Acolytes bore chocolate tributes to his bed:
Soft-brown coins and creamy ingots;
mint-crisped, honey-combed, cocoa-bean created
oranges, cherries, leaves, bunnies, kittens. Hearts.
Crackling plastic trays stacked chocolates
that rolled like marbles in the hand,
warmed to matt, smudging bleached sheets.
In his dreams, Toblerone mountains coat-hangered the sky;
chocolate plantations stretched to the edge of the earth.
He grazed, gorged, no ration save time’s wrapper
round a body light as Aero, heavy with pain.
They gave him two days in August.
He died in December, legs Matchmaker thin,
taste of heaven already on his lips.
© Julia D McGuinness
I am grateful to these further sites listed below, where more of my poems can be found:
Eightieth Birthday Blues and Not Muriel at Amaryllis.
My Mother’s Emerald Ring at Silver Birch Press.
The Dressing at Riggwelter. (Issue 8)
Whose Hermes? at Picaroon (Issue 14)
A Stoic at Birmingham New Street at Spilling Cocoa Over Martin Amis.
Learning Classical Greek and At the Spa at Nutshells and Nuggets.
Chester’s Ship Gate at Ink, Sweat and Tears
