Many thanks to the fabulous Blue Hour magazine for publishing my haiku,'School Cycle'. I wrote these poems earlier this year, around the time my youngest child started school.She was absolutely fine — I, on the other hand, had a rather pathetic mummy crisis! Yep, it was all about me...but I'm feeling much better now. :-) You can read the haiku here, along with plenty of other great quality writing!
I am very excited to have my poem, ‘Hoary’, published in the wonderful Tincture Journal. Tincture is a quarterly online magazine full of great quality fiction, essays, interviews, and poetry. And it is only $8 an issue! You can have a look at some of Tincture’s free content here, and please consider buying a copy. It’s one of my favourite reads.
In the meantime, Tincture’s editors, Daniel Young and Stuart Barnes, have kindly given me permission to share my poem with you. I’ve included a short synopsis, which goes some way towards explaining the poem, and perhaps also to explaining a little about myself!
I have a strange fascination for mammoths. These huge, extinct creatures which emerge, often perfectly preserved, from the ice, appear to me to be like some unconscious, repressed memory of the earth, reluctantly resurfacing. As global warming speeds up the melting of the planet’s ice, more and more of these monstrous snow whites, suspended in their frozen graves, are being discovered. Recently, a sixty year old female mammoth, her body still so fresh that her blood was flowing, was unearthed – leading scientists to believe that they may have found enough viable genetic material to produce a clone…
Fifteen thousand years I have slumbered
In my icy casket, a hoary
Not to be kissed, but punctured
By the pick of a prying scientist.
My blood, dark as a fairy tale
Leached insidiously into the Siberian snow,
And my flesh flared red and fresh
Enough to eat.
My lower limbs devoured
By a lusty pack of ancient wolves;
My torso still fantastically intact.
What a prize: my anti-cryogenic
Strength has preserved the code
To conjure my kind back.
Exhumed from earth’s wet memory
(Who dares re-awaken me?)
Entombed in glass and sold for obscene show -
What they may unleash they do not know.
I have had a new poem, Rapture, published in Deep Water Literary Journal. This fabulous new journal seeks to "become a haven for those who write about and produce artworks interpreting Darkness, whatever that may mean to the creator of the work". Their first issue for the year is themed 'Loss' - it contains some fantastic artwork, fiction, and poems. You can read mine below, or at Deep Water here.
Looking through clear eyes
of imminent death, time
is a ponderous fruit,
hanging heavy and swollen
in her pendulous swinging basket.
Globular and over-ripe
she blooms with all the days
you will not see,
a still life of
without witness, unconsumed.
God, to take just one more
bite, and this time really savour
the sweet juices running
down the face
and the fingers sticky
and tingling with
the messiness of it all -
would be a rapture.
But, no matter:
we must carry on without her,
disentwining from this world
despite the drive to cling and cling and
aching from the amputated
limb of our projections, we are roused
by wise compulsion to accept
life has been spent,
and we must move on, relentlessly
on, without choice leaving
all those little things unsaid,
without choice shedding
the slithery skin that houses us,
but locks us in, and further
our very sense of selves
must fall in cascades of disguise,
unravelling us for – the chill surprise!
of running naked, out into the rain.
I have had a new poem published in PASH capsule, a fabulous Facebook page that deals in “contemporary romantic-erotic poetry and provocation” – sounds like fun!
This poem is a whiteout of a paragraph from Marguerite Duras’s wonderful novella, The Lover. Whiteout (or blackout) poetry is made by erasing words in a text, leaving behind a few carefully selected words to form a poem.
It’s actually a lot harder than it sounds! However it’s also a hugely enjoyable process which encourages a playful approach to writing, challenging you to create unexpected images and make unusual connections.
Please let me know what you think, and if you are on Facebook, you can check out PASH here.
Many thanks to the fabulous editors of The Blue Hour magazine for publishing my poem, 'What's Coming'. It's all about life, death, ageing and the search for meaning - you know, the cheery stuff! If that hasn't put you off, you can read it here. :-)
Dear all, Many thanks to those who take the time to visit, like and comment on this blog - it is so greatly appreciated! I have not had time to write much recently, but will leave you with a few haiku - snapshots of my Australian Christmas, where feasting, sharing, backyard cricket, and swimming, are in order. May you have a peaceful and relaxing holiday! Michele x Santa snoozes in the outfield, pigs in blankets the bush throbs a cicada's shrill tinnitus grandfather's magic - reindeer dash across the childhood sky