life

Black Swan

After Louise Machen’s ‘I Am Not Light’

Stale streams of striplights flicker—
febrile, buzzing like midges—
soundtrack the waiting room.

Swans crane their necks
toward a droughted hell
wings cupped in prayer
for what must be the first time
in years.

Cornflower bluebirds skitter
faster than waterfalls,
chirping names;
a few heads look up—ruffled-eyes
blinking away sorrow-grit,
they glide solemnly,
signets held pinion-close.

By the time I’m called,
I’m trapped in
viscose oilspill thought-pollution
too heavy to featherspread and fly,
too scared to inhale truths —
exhale finalities.

I am not light,
I am the weight of masculine expectation,
so I don my taxidermy mask.

Smile.

The Book Bag: East Of The Sun, West Of The Moon by Taz Rahman

Welcome back to The Book Bag. I hope you’ve had a poetic week.

This week has been a fun one. Projects coming together, submissions entered, lovely sunshine walks with my wife and Brody the dog, Julian Cason wrote some very nice things about me on Top Tweet Tuesday reviews week, I cooked up a storm in the kitchen, played some sax and gardened a little. I also saw my first swift and watched the pipistrelles swirling in the twilight.

On top of that, I’ve been reading;

East Of The Sun West, Of The Moon

  • Poet: Taz Rahman
  • Press: Seren Books


I was lucky enough to see Taz perform live at the incredible Black Bough Poetry fundraiser in aid of WellChild in Neath in 2024. If you get the chance to hear him read and perform, sit back and enjoy.

Jazz. Poetry. Two art forms that complement each other in terms of speaking an improvised language that is unusual but makes perfect sense at the same time. In their purest forms they are outlets for the disenchanted, disenfranchised, the dismissed. They also happen to be two of my passions. I’ll share a playlist that I listened to whilst reading this book further down the page.

Imagery is delivered with the grace and flourish of a blues scale. ‘Bread of Heaven’ is a perfect example of immersing a reader in a poem that by the end you feel a sense of connection to the poet. This is also the case for ‘Animal Wall’, a sectioned piece that incorporates folklore.

There’s genuine emotion on display throughout the book. The poem ‘Chocolate’ displays fear compared to ‘Sanctuary’ which I felt showed his feeling of safety and peace. I must almost mention the piece ‘Drama/Trauma’ which is really important and exquisitely crafted.

For the romantics, which I count myself as, ‘I Want To See Your Face in Every Kind of Light’ is excellent. I also consider ‘The Free State of Roath’ to be a love poem either to person or place.


Place is important in the book. There are references to Cardiff and Wales, scattered throughout. ‘The Nearness of You’ takes a walk-through Cathays Cemetery. I’ve already mentioned ‘Animal Wall’ and ‘Sanctuary’ above but you get a real sense of surroundings with Taz’s deft use of vivid language.

Equally important is Taz’s admiration and relationship with nature. This is apparent in his language. Poems such as ‘Muktijoddha’, ‘Snapdragons Need The Bulk of Bumblebees to Force Open The Flower’ and ‘Substrate Of A Rose’ show this off really well.

There are poems linked to Taz’s heritage that lift from the page through sensory experience. ‘Anda’ is mesmerising with scents of daal, hot sugar and rosewater. ‘Yashica 365’ is a poem that opens the book with a rich tapestry of language that is evocative, full of sounds, smells and colour.

Taz plays with different forms and styles throughout in the book. These shifts add interest and deliver his lyrical language sometimes interpreted messages with great skill. Pieces such as ‘Permission’, ‘Trap Arachnids For Rainy Days’, ‘Amygdala’ and ‘Chocolate’ are a selection that show the variation and strength of his skill. Also, I must mention the introductions and quotes that precede some of the pieces. It was great to see Johnny Cash mentioned, someone with a deep relationship with Jazz.

This collection is one of my personal favourites. The connection between jazz and poetic skill and language often mirrors itself throughout. Taz uses rich imagery and terrific language and turns of phrase and has crafted an exceptional book. A masterpiece. Buy it.

Also as promised, a playlist to listen to while reading. This was my personal choice anyway…

Trying To Figure It Out – Grace Kelly
Freddie Freeloader – Miles Davis
C Jam Blues – Charles Mingus
Take Five – The Dave Brubeck Quartet
Round Midnight – Thelonious Monk
In A Sentimental Mood – Duke Ellington & John Coltrane
East of The Sun (And West of The Moon) – Charlie Parker
Night In Tunisia- Dizzy Gillespie
Mood Indigo – Frank Morgan
Blue in Green – Cannonball Adderley

Favourite Poem:
I’m choosing three this week. Permission, Turning Saints into the Sea and East of the Sun, West of the Moon.

Taz has a website over at https://tazrahman.blogspot.com/ where he regularly shares updates and news.

To grab yourself a copy of this terrific collection, visit the Seren Books website here.

One More Thing…

Keep a close eye out for a new monthly feature from The Book Bag launching on June 1st. It’s an exciting development which I think you will all enjoy.

And Another…

For the Short Story authors, this is a polite reminder that the great people at Frazzled Lit are opening their competition on 1st June. Details here.

And Another…

Fans of open mic’s, whether to perform or be in the audience, the Broken Spine Arts #PoemsAbout event takes place Thursday 29th May. All the information can be found here.

And Finally…

Regine Ebner and Black Bough Poetry are having an online launch for her collection Mountains That See In The Dark on Saturday 7th June 2025. There’ll be readings from Regine and special guests. Grab yourself a free ticket here.

Next Week’s Read

  • Title: When It Rained for a Million Years
  • Poet: Paul Farley

Take it easy and stay poetic, I’ll catch you next week.

Paul

The Book Bag: Scattered Snows, To The North by Carl Phillips

Welcome back to The Book Bag. I hope you’ve had a poetic week.

This week I’ve enjoyed some tremendous walks in the countryside, wrote a couple of pieces, one for a submission and one definitely for the pamphlet, entered into phase 2 of a secret project and a couple of opportunities came my way. More details on those in the coming weeks.

I also observed the anniversary of VE Day and wrote a poem for it based on personal stories of those who experienced it (you can read that here).

On top of that, I’ve been reading;

Scattered Snows, To The North

  • Poet: Carl Phillips
  • Press: Carcanet Poetry

Scattered Snows, To The North is Pulitzer Prize winner Carl Phillips 17th collection (this is my first time reading a collection of his) and reads like a memoir where past choices and experiences and are examined with a focus on how memories often create a version of believed facts. A great example of this is in ‘Stop Shaking’.

The use of water recurs through the book. ‘Troubadours’, ‘Sunlight in Fog’ and  ‘Regime’ play with water in different ways but all to maximum effect. Phillips is deft at creating vivid, visceral images throughout the book. Poems such as ‘When We Get There’, ‘Fall Colors’ and ‘Record of Where a Wind Was’.


Relationships are intricately and intimately observed in a variety of different ways. These include ‘Mechanics’, ‘Why So This Quiet’ ‘Western Edge’ and ‘Artillery’. A standout poem in this regard had to be ‘Surfers’ which deals with longing, infatuation and how a person acts.

When I was reading this, I was intrigued by the way that Phillips ends lines in unusual places, giving extra emphasis to the message he is delivering. The poem ‘Fist and Palm’ is exceptional in giving pause but making you want to get to the next line soon rather than later, heightening anticipation.

There are some fun quirks in the book such as the fact that the title poems from each section are in other parts of the book. In terms of form, there are various styles used in the book including pieces that are more prose such as ‘Searchlights’ compared to a poem like ‘Like So’ that plays with space on the page.


Use of language in Scattered Snows to The North is never laboured or overcooked which is something that poets can wrestle with when crafting work. Poems have a lyrical quality to them , demonstrated throughout. I’ve picked out the pieces ‘Back Soon; Driving-‘, ‘Career‘ and ‘If Grief Is Mostly Private And Always Various’ as examples but I could list so many more.

I could go on about how much I appreciate this book. I’ve read Scattered Snows To The North thrice in the week. I’m going to be re-reading more, hopefully absorbing some methods to improve my line breaks especially.

This is an introspective collection that will appeal to readers who like exceptional use of language and crafted poems that explore relationships and the role memory plays in our lives.


Favourite Poem:

I’m picking three this week. ‘This Is The Light’, ‘Somewhere It’s Still Summer’ and ‘Scattered Snows, To The North’.

To learn more about Carl Phillips, his website is here.

To buy Scattered Snows, To The North directly from Carcanet click here.

One More Thing…

I’m sharing more things on Instagram and Threads these days. I’d love for you to join me over there. As on every other site, my handle is @paulwritespoems. (I cringed slightly when I wrote handle!)

And Another…

If you’re a fan of the Emerald Isle and haven’t been listened to the Eat The Storms May Day Special featuring 32 poets from the 32 counties of Ireland then you need to. Available where you get your podcasts from normally. Also the Storms Journal is now open for submissions with the delightful Rhona Greene being sub-editor for this issue.More details on everything Storms related here.

And Finally…

A reminder that a couple of Book Bag alumni are appearing at Cheltenham Poetry Festival this coming week. Lesley Curwen who wrote ‘Rescue Lines’ will be appearing on Wednesday 14th May 2025, Chris Campbell, author of All Island No Sea will be appearing on Saturday 17th May 2025. Details on all events here.

Next Week’s Read

  • Title: Soi-Même
  • Poet: Victoria Spires

Take it easy and stay poetic, I’ll catch you next week.

Paul




The Book Bag: A Dress With Deep Pockets by Jen Feroze

Welcome back to The Book Bag. I hope your week has been poetically rich.

This week I managed to play my saxophone with less pain and made good progress learning Mr PC by John Coltrane. I also got to speak to one of my poetry heroes Matthew MC Smith, wrote a new piece and ramped up writing group plans. I also spent some time in Northumberland seeing family.

On top of that, I’ve been reading;

A Dress With Deep Pockets

  • Poet: Jen Feroze
  • Press: Smith|Doorstop Books

I’m a big fan of Jen Feroze. Having heard and read Jen’s poetry in several places both online and in print including Iamb, Dust, Ink Sweat and Tears and more, I’ve also had the pleasure of interacting via social media through Top Tweet Tuesday.

The collection is acknowledged ‘For my friends’ so it should not come as a surprise that friendship is a main theme of the book. At its heart, this pamphlet deals greatly with people and place.

‘Hare Girl’ is the opening poem and introduces readers to an old friend with a perfect blend of nostalgia, imagery and humour. For people who ever camped while under the influence of cheap spirits and artificial cider in their early teens, like me, this was very relatable.

I first heard the poem ‘Gorge’ in Wave 16 of Iamb poetry and is a piece that displays Jen’s skill in encompassing multiple emotions and moods into a piece. The shifts in tone throughout the poem give it an importance like the Gorge itself. The feeling of wanting to escape small towns for cities is reminiscent of many people I grew up with including me.

For readers who like to see different forms used in a collection will be happy that there are multiple styles used throughout. ‘Let’s Start A Commune’, a stream of consciousness poem (my favourite) and a golden shovel ‘It’s 2003 and Joni is Teaching Me About Love’ and ‘Anne in December’ are three distinct pieces.

The poem ‘Now I’m Older I Can Call Her Linda’ deals with the how we see adults in authority as children then as adults. The piece ‘I Invite my Grown-Up Daughter Round For Her Dinner’ is the opposite in premise. How adults see children in the future and wondering if the impression will be the reality.

The way in which relationships are portrayed throughout the collection are honest. Jen brings her friends and family from the page into the world with all their idiosyncrasies. The people all seem familiar as if they were part of your social circle or wider community. A great example of this, is the piece ‘The Four Of Us In August’.

I could go on an on about the poems in this collection. I would talk more about the friendships on show in this collection, but they are so special I will let you find out for yourself.

This pamphlet is a showcase on people and place, friendship and time.  It is relatable, heartfelt and soulful poetry.

To read more about Jen and buy this book, find more details at https://jackdaweditorial.com/

To listen to Gorge and other poems by Jen on Iamb click here.

Favourite Poem:
‘Let’s Start A Commune’ followed closely by ‘Gorge’ and ‘Will You Be My Friend, Grace Dent’.

One More Thing…

Broken Spine Arts are holding two workshops in April. Untamed: Writing Without Fear is on April 13th with Write the Night taking place on April 27th. I have attended both of these workshops in the past and found them engaging and useful. I managed to craft solid poems from each workshop. Also, all funds made go directly into Broken Spine’s Award Fundraising Campaign. Details of Broken Spine Events can be found here: https://thebrokenspine.co.uk/event-calendar/

And Another…

The landmark 60th Anniversary issue of Poetry Wales is now available celebrating 60 new Welsh poets. For more details click here.

Finally…

There are a couple of really good submissions open at the moment that I’ve saw online. Links are below, and if you’d like me to share more competition or submissions news let me know in the comments or on social media.
The Madrigal
The Interpreter’s House (opens on 1st April)

Next Week’s Read

  • Title: Debone and Fold
  • Poet: Si Griffiths

Just Before You Go

I was very sad to hear of the passing of Ivor Daniel, an incredibly kind and supportive poet and man whose work I admired for his distinctive style. Matthew MC Smith has created a beautiful tribute to Ivor which includes some of his work here.

Mark Anthony Owen has also paid tribute to Ivor on Iamb. You can hear Ivor recite his poetry here.

Take care and be poetic,

Paul

The Book Bag: Mountains That See In The Dark by Regine Ebner

Welcome back to The Book Bag. I hope you’ve all had a poetic week.

Well what a week it has been. After 70 years without a domestic cup, Newcastle United finally won the League Cup at Wembley. Since then, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind of emotions. I attended an awayday at work and heard a speaker discussing change which was really interesting. I also met a friend for a catchup over food and drinks.

On top of that, I’ve been reading;

Mountains That See in the Dark

  • Poet: Regine Ebner
  • Press: Black Bough Poetry

A few weeks ago, I shared my thoughts on Regine Ebner’s pamphlet ‘Oxidized Pennies’. I said that a new collection was coming from Regine in the near future, and readers, it has arrived.  You’ll also know that I’m a massive fan of Regine in her poetry and for her adventurous spirit.

The collection, recently announced as nominated for a Forward Prize by Black Bough Poetry, is divided into 6 sections (including bonus poems), each taking inspiration from the mountainous desert terrain that serves as a backdrop for much of Regine’s poems. A page ‘About Regine’ gives details as to how her life was shaped and how she arrived in the desert.

Her skill in economy of language has evolved since Oxidized Pennies. Two compact poems; ‘Citrine’ and ‘Drunk Confetti’ illustrate this, with word choices connecting to their underlying themes more vividly. I can also say the same for ‘Jellybean Hill’ and ‘A Myriad of Leaf’.

Regine plays with the spectrum of colour deftly in the collection. The pieces ‘Apparitions’, ‘Cracked Surfaces’ and ‘Hurricanes’ paint the wilderness of the mountainous desert region brilliantly, lifting them from the page to the mind’s eye.

The imagery throughout is exceptional. I could list countless poems in this collection where it felt as though I was immersed in landscaped scenes unfamiliar to me. I will pick out the following as examples; ‘Bonds of Salted Land’, ‘Missions and Slit Rail Fences’ and ‘Hushed Peaks and Glory Columbine’.  A great deal of the pieces are love letters to the environment that Regine calls home.

I read a quote at the Northern Poetry Library a while ago that said ‘…Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen’, and this collection is definitely testament to that.

Poems including ‘Love and Beasts’ and ‘Desert Streets’ play with movement in differing ways. The shifts in pace really engage the reader further rather than rushing them through to a crescendo of a closing line.

Mountains That See in the Dark is a tremendous second ‘album’ that will appeal of lovers of imagery woven throughout emotional and natural reckonings. This is precise poetry that resonates.

To buy Mountains That see In The Dark, and find more about Regine, click here. It is available in both Paperback and for Kindle.

Favourite Poem:

Doorways.

One More Thing…

My efforts to start a new online poetry writing group have ramped up and will soon be sending out invites. The plan is to host every 6 weeks midweek, probably a Thursday evening (UK time).

Next Week’s Read

  • Title: A Dress With Deep Pockets
  • Poet: Jen Feroze

Take it easy and stay poetic, I’ll catch you next week. If you have any recommendations in the meantime, please leave a comment.

Paul

Resurgency

The terrace-surrounded oak is reclaiming its land.

Unseen subterranean tentacular incursions
move through mychorrhizal maps and attack .

Successful missions lift the grip of tarmac from pavement and road,
opening arteries and veins like a villain in a horror movie.

Saplings encamp along front lines;
fortifications of shoots climb slowly and
self-seeded wildflowers and mercenary-moss
shore up defences.

A hi-viz council kill squad
arrives at the battlefield too late. 
The war has already been won. 
A new country has emerged despite attempts to suffocate progress.

Their wasp-cry chainsaw lays claim to trunk. 
An undignified toppling of a head of state. 
In their minds, man must always win 
however hollow a victory.


Photo by Collab Media on Unsplash

The Book Bag: Sleepers Awake by Oli Hazzard

Welcome back to The Book Bag. I hope you’ve had a poetic week.

This week was the second week of training in my new role at work and has been very busy. The Executive team sent me a box of chocolates to congratulate me on the new role which was unexpected but greatly appreciated. I struggled at my Sax lesson due to my bust shoulder but it was fun all the same. Also, I really enjoyed the speakers I saw at Alnwick Story Fest. All very different topics but important too. Did I blow my budget on books? Yes. I also picked up this week’s collection though. 

Poetry-wise I’ve started drafting some pieces and submitted a couple of poems. I’ve also started work on creating an online writing group.

On top of that, I’ve been reading;

Sleepers Awake

  • Author: Oli Hazzard
  • Press: Carcanet Press

Sleepers Awake opens with a sprawling 56-page poem encompassing various forms and themes. Progress: Real and imagined pulls in multiple directions like a fever dream or string of consciousness. 

The poem is very clever in that it involves writing a poem in response to a painting by Nicole Eisenmann. However, before returning to finish, the poet must deal with the distractions of everyday life. As in real life, the distractions are constant, external and internal. 

The shifts in form bring changes in pace and thematic subjects, keeping you engaged as a reader. I didn’t lift my head for a while, giving the occasional ‘ooh’ and chortle. 

At times the piece becomes very meta, referring to language choices made to increase the poem’s status. The act of adding a pear to make the piece ‘more hummy’.

I have to credit Oli Hazzard for such a well-crafted and complex piece.

Oli Hazzard is adept at wordplay, the poem ‘Postpositivity in Spring’, is a string of economical couplets split into sections, with each couplet starting by ending the previous one. Smart work.

‘Sleepers Awake’ is a terrific display of imagery and lyrical language to discuss snowfall in Glasgow. There’s also romanticism at play here which I really enjoyed. This is my second favourite poem in the collection.

We are treated to plenty of contemporary references within the collection. Pieces including ‘Dingdingdinggedicht’, ‘Living, etc’ and ‘Earth IV’ are all strong examples of being restrained in use to deliver the best impact. (Side note: The Hufflepuff reference made me chuckle. My wife played  a Hufflepuff in the first Harry Potter movie.)

Music is mentioned throughout the book. The poems ‘Composed at Edberg’ and Theory of The Lyric are the obvious titles to note, but then there is another immense sequence titled Incunabulum. 16 poems made up of 4 stanzas with 4 lines per stanza. The lines are too long to fit on the page in ‘portrait mode’ so were printed in landscape. The arrangement has multiple musical qualities and is another show of skill and craftsmanship. I must say this shows a great relationship between Oli Hazzard and Carcanet as I’m sure this would have caused some challenges when printing. 

Buy this book if you’re into poetry that is thought-provoking in terms of theme and form, like some humour and a musical quality to your poetry. This is a collection that stretches traditional themes into the current poetic sphere.

To buy Sleepers Awake, visit the Carcanet Press here: https://www.carcanet.co.uk/cgi-bin/indexer?product=9781800172999

Favorite Poem: 

Progress: Real and Imagined for the sheer scale, effort and complexity.

Before You Go…

Black Bough Poetry has an open mic on Wednesday 12 March 2025 kicking off at 7:15 pm. It’s a great forum to test poems in a supportive environment with a wonderful host, Matthew Smith. Details here.

One More Thing…

Full House Literary have released the latest issue of their litmag and it is visually stunning with incredible poetry, prose, art and other fascinating creative work.  Read it here.

And Finally…

Broken Spine Arts is running a weekly poetry prompt on Blue Sky. #PoemsAbout is every Friday and they also now run a regular #PoemsAbout open mic to get involved in. Find out more about the open mic here.

Next Week’s Read

  • Title: Chris Campbell
  • Poet: All Island, No Sea

Take it easy and stay poetic,

Paul

The Book Bag: Fast Music by Hugo Williams

Welcome back to The Book Bag. I hope you’ve had a poetic week.

This week was the first week of training in my new role at work and has been busy but I’ve enjoyed every minute. My new teammates are great and have been very welcoming. At the weekend I got to Alnwick StoryFest to listen to some speakers and picked up next week’s Book Bag collection at Barter Books. I’ve also written and edited a few pieces in an attempt to curate a pamphlet.

On top of that, I’ve been reading;

Fast Music

  • Author: Hugo Williams
  • Press: Faber & Faber

I picked up my copy of Fast Music on my recent visit to Richmond. It was tucked in the wrong place on the shelf, or the right place as it grabbed my attention and I bought it alongside Heritage Aesthetics. 

Fast Music is split into two parts; Part 1 focuses on daily life, and Part 2 is an arrangement of sonnets charting a love affair. 

‘Fast Music’ is a great display of injecting nostalgia and humour into a poem without overcooking it. The image of ‘black bakelite planets spinning to heaven’ made me smile and reach for my vinyl. Throughout the collection, lyrics and music are mentioned including the opening piece ‘Undiscovered Islands’ which sees Williams as a sailor looking to chart his way through life. ‘Pennies From Heaven’, also the title of a Bing Crosby song, is a poem of two halves depicting his father as both serious and fun-loving.

‘Pause For Thought’ is a contemplation about how you can see yourself in a moment however this will look completely different to an onlooker. The fact this is a poem about being unable to write a poem but looking like he is writing is very meta. 

‘Enter Mr White’ gives a glimpse into Williams’ attitude towards declining health and what may lie beyond. References to medical science are throughout this piece until it transfers to saintdom, notably the Mexican day of the dead.

Dark humour can be found in the poem ‘Fear School’, where schoolboy name-calling (adopted by the teacher also) culminates in the subject of the piece, seeking revenge. It feels immature when you read it, but it displays actions and consequences, although subverted. 

The sonnets in the collection are tremendously varied. ‘The Plunge Club’ spills excitement from the page, whereas ‘Sell-by Date’ is a wry conversation on condoms, both the use and the lack of opportunity to use. Not your typical sonnets. The sonnets take you every which way in terms of feeling. ‘Blue Angel’ has an authentic sense of true longing.

This is a great buy for poetry and music lovers.

Although I wasn’t familiar with Hugo Williams’s work before reading this (yes, this makes me look like an amateur based on the awards and recognition he’s received), I’ll be tracking down his previous work to relish the wit throughout this work. 

You can find Fast Music available to buy here along with a small biography.

Favorite Poem: 

The Story So Far.

Before You Go…

I, alongside 11 other poets have been nominated for The Broken Spine Reader’s Choice Award 2025 for my poem ‘The Thief’. Voting runs from 1st -7th of March 2025. Details can be found here. 

And Finally…

Black Bough Poetry has an open mic on Wednesday 12 March 2025 kicking off at 7:15pm. It’s a great forum to test poems in a supportive environment with a wonderful host, Matthew Smith. Details here.

Next Week’s Read

  • Title: Sleepers Awake
  • Poet: Oli Hazzard 

Take it easy and stay poetic,

Paul

The Book Bag – Rescue Lines by Lesley Curwen

Welcome back to The Book Bag. I hope you’ve had a poetic week.

This week, I’ve been to the cinema, done some stargazing, visited Morpeth, received some valuable feedback from my mentor, written some pieces, edited some pieces, researched some local mythology, read Orbital by Samantha Harvey and drank lots of lemsip. 

On top of that, I’ve been reading;

Rescue Lines

  • Author: Lesley Curwen
  • Press: Hedgehog Poetry Press

I had the pleasure of meeting Lesley in person at the famous Black Bough Poetry Party, where I first heard about this pamphlet. Lesley is widely published and recently guest-edited Black Bough’s Christmas / Winter Anthology (a great read). Lesley is also a broadcaster and sailor.

Rescue Lines is a highly personal pamphlet, dealing with forced adoption, coercive control, finding and losing a sister. Before I go further, let me state, that this is an important book. 

The collection opens with ‘To A Lifeboatman’. A poem about being saved at sea. Throughout the pamphlet, Lesley uses the sea in a variety of ways. ‘A View Of Plymouth Breakwater’ uses it as an outlet of rage. ‘The Seas Between Us Grow Every Day’ uses the sea as a measure of distance in terms of mourning and recovery. In the poem ‘Unmoored’, we see the healing nature of water. 

‘Sister with Bees’ is a visceral piece using bees to display the nature of coercive control. The way Lesley describes the onset of a swarm, illustrates the danger and the speed at which people can succumb to a horrible situation. ‘Irresistible Pull’ is a raw and brutal poem.

‘Full Sister, Half Known’ is deeply saddening and tackles the separation of Lesley from her sister using a sewing machine as a vehicle for the narrative. This is an evocative and brave piece to write. ‘Without End’ is an incredibly moving poem that struck a chord. It made me reflect on my own experiences of grief. ‘Afterness’ brought me to tears. 

This collection is tragically sad at points however, the final poem ‘My Sister’s Eye is Opal’ is a wonderful tribute and shows how Lesley and her sister are still connected through a bestowed ring. 

Get this collection. It is uncompromising, challenging and brave. The truest form of poetry.

To find out more about Lesley, check out her website at: lesleycurwenpoet.com

If you’d like a signed copy of Rescue Lines, you can contact Lesley on X @ElCurwen, 

Unsigned copies are available here: https://www.hedgehogpress.co.uk/product/rescue-lines-lesley-curwen-print-edition/

Favorite Poem:
My Sister’s Eye is Opal.

One More Thing… 

Lesley had a chapbook of Eco Poetry published by Dreich Poetry Press in 2024 available here;
https://hybriddreich.co.uk/product/sticky-with-miles-lesley-curwen/

And Finally
Two upcoming courses that may pique poetic readers’ interest, both on the Sunday 16th February and no overlap so if you wanted you could do both…

Untamed: Writing Without Fear by Alan Parry of Broken Spine Arts – I’ve attended several of Alan’s workshops and they are always informative and engaging. Tickets and Details here;
https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/untamed-writing-without-fear-with-alan-parry-tickets-1126372493449?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Crafting Your Year in Poetry – A Strategic Workshop for Poets by Matthew MC Smith of Black Bough Poetry – I’ve attended this and it’s given me a great drive and focus. It is a real boost to your practice and helps identify how to get where you’re going. Tickets and Details here; https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/crafting-your-year-in-poetry-a-strategic-workshop-for-poets-tickets-1134533804149?aff=ebdsoporgprofile&keep_tld=1

Next Week’s Read

Looking ahead, here’s what’s next in The Book Bag

  • Title: Blossomise
  • Author: Simon Armitage

Take it easy and stay poetic,

Paul

All Of Us Horses

Wild stallions overrunning cobblestone streets 
gallops fierce as northern thunder, 
manes a frenzy of electric-shock wind; 
all thoughts of consequences 
trampled in the wake of lightning-hooves. 

Shoots of meadows sprung up 
in tarmacked alleys and avenues. Band of brothers separated,  
searching for pastures of their own to graze. 

Love bridles all. Reins accepted willingly. 

Untethered and unburdened by expectation, 
when we horses herd together; 
                                                         we canter.

Photo by Vladimir Vujeva on Unsplash