Lila kicks of the new challenge on ‘Patricia’s Pen’ with her beautiful poem, ‘Salted.’ Enjoy.
Salted
Sometimes the sea is a Labrador,
with a sloppy tongue
Sometimes a dying swan
at the feet of a lover, unsung
Today she undressed
wearing linen and lace
Kissing salted rainwater
from my heart and my face.
I thought I’d share one of my favourite poems to help lift our spirits. This poem, Sunrise Concertante was first published in Sarasvati Magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) in 2017. Enjoy.
Sunrise Concertante
Burnt golden rays break
the night-time sky,
beating on the Ouse’s slow crawl.
Air-warmed sweet-grasses
fan fragrance into the wind:
marsh marigolds shine.
A blackbird’s
chromatic glissando sweeps
towards the riverbank.
Swanking his red tuxedo, a robin
trills to join the recital
as elm silhouettes dance,
watching their mirror image.
The mistle thrush flaunts
his speckled belly. He takes his turn
to chant – introduces
hedge sparrows who chatter,
boast brown suits.
A cadenza call governs the concerto—
plump skylark makes his solo in the skies.
Shades of light peep,
geese chevron across the blue,
noses down, necks stretched, wings
spread wide. Honking their signal sound,
they climb the horizon and sky-fall
on to daylight’s iridescent waves.
It gives me great delight to introduce Craig Jordan-Baker, who is not only a talented writer but a brilliant tutor too. Craig’s debut novel, The Nacullians, is due to be released on the 21st May 2020. I’m confident this will be a great story and can’t wait to read it. Today Craig has come to share what he calls ‘The Literature of the Fleshflower’. Without further ado, let’s go over to Craig.
When I was a plucky undergraduate, I vividly remember reading a part of Ulysses where the vaccination mark on a prostitute’s arm is described by Joyce as a ‘fleshflower’. I recall marvelling at this claiming of something superficially ugly for the realms of beauty. I felt too that the prostitute, Zoe, had been humanised by the description, because attention was being paid to her as someone with a history, rather than as an immediate sexual object. Such descriptive fillips are difficult to do because they work against our standard frameworks of meaning and expectation: Sunrises are already beautiful, farts are already comic, etc, etc. These expectations are so often our starting points when we engage with literature, because so much has been seemingly decided before we even pick up the book. Whether they like it or not, writers must acknowledge this, just as we must acknowledge the grammars of the languages we write in. What is interesting is that the constraints of expectation and convention mean that not everything is equally easy to describe. And those things that are not easy to describe but are nevertheless attempted, we might call the literature of the fleshflower.
This relates to some of my own considerations in writing my debut novel The Nacullians. The book follows three generations of a working-class family and while the book is short of sunrises and flatulence (maybe I missed a trick there), there were challenges in writing about economically and educationally disadvantaged people who are often violent, ignorant and repressed. Readers are used to having highhanded pity for lives marked by struggle and suffering and they are equally familiar with a salacious voyeurism in regarding the gritty depravities of the ‘lower orders’. I did not wish to pursue either of these options, but there was a challenge of being unsentimental about misery without being callous and of being humane to characters without being particularly sympathetic to them. Here is something of a fleshflower problem.
What’s more interesting for me as a writer though is the question of how we can read and write the kind of literature that can take farts, like vaccination marks, and use them to work against those expectations and conventions most readily available to us. This is the literature of the fleshflower. It will always attempt something unusual, and will usually fail. Is The Nacullians an example of such literature, failed or otherwise? I’m not sure, but I’m looking forward to see how readers will respond and react.
Well, Craig, that was fascinating. I can’t wait to read The Nacullians.
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The link to order a copy will be supplied below for any readers who fancy grabbing a copy. Before that though, let’s find out a little more about Craig.
About Craig Jordan-Baker
Craig Jordan-Baker has published fiction in New Writing, Text, Firefly Magazine, Potluck and in the époque press ezine. His drama has been widely performed in the UK, including his adaptation of Beowulf and he has had dramatic work commissioned from The National Archives, The Booth Museum of Natural History and the Theatre Royal Brighton. Craig lives in Brighton and is a Senior Lecturer in Creative Writing at the University of Brighton.
Find out more about Craig by clicking on the following links.
Pre-order Craig’s book by clicking here. Delivery from 21st May 2020.
With the world as it is today, I’ve decided to extend the writing challenge on Patricia’s Pen to include flash fiction up to 500 words and poems up to 40 lines.
However there are a couple of rules to note.
Upbeat writing only – I think we all need uplifting things to read.
Poetry should be nature themed – what better time when the birds are so active and gardens filling up with flowers.
That means NO Covid-19 stories or poems.
Fancy having a go? Check the guidelines and submit. Happy writing!
I’ll start the challenge off with a poem I wrote back 2017 as part of my project when I was Poet in Residence at Worth Park.
Poetry in the Park
Pulham fountain flows,
children clamber
on stained Jersey cows,
finches flit from tree to tree.
ducks dive,
coots and moorhens chug.
Yarn bombs cuddle bark,
kiss orange fiery branches
under liquid amber’s umbrella.
My guest this Tuesday is author, Elizabeth Gates, who has come along to talk about her writing. So without further ado, let’s go over to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth Gates
I live on the Wirral, between the two great cultural and historical centres of Liverpool and Chester but I’m also surrounded by countryside. My own little patch includes a garden, marsh and beach on the Wirral coast, famed for its wild birds. I’m usually followed by a trail of happy humans, cats and labradors.
Although I’ve lived here for decades, I’ve also lived abroad in Belgium, Germany and France as well as other parts of the United Kingdom. For example, I picked up a Bachelors’ degree at Bedford College, University of London, and a Masters at the University of Essex in Colchester. At the same time, I’ve been teaching – at home and abroad – English Literature and Creative Writing at colleges and universities.
In addition to this, my own writing career is well-established. For twenty-five years (1985-2010) I worked as a freelance journalist, mostly on Public Health issues. These ranged from mental health among members of the armed forces returning from Afghanistan to suicides among farmers. I even interviewed Phillipino mariners – waiting for a passage home, trapped in Liverpool docks.
So how did these widely different experiences lead to my tales of derring-do in 18th Century Scotland and Revolutionary Paris? I’m not sure, but it was such a time of change. That’s probably why I love it. Ideas were burgeoning all over Europe and everyone was touched by them – whether the most remote – such as the Norse Gaels on the Scottish Isles – or the roughest Paris lowlifes. And even if you’re starting a revolution, you have to have lunch. People live their lives – ‘anyway’ not ‘because of… the tides in the affairs of men’. These are largely stories of everyday folk doing the best they can.
But certain individuals of magical quality will always stand out. There will always be heroes and heroines and we will always search for them. That’s how tales of derring-do draw us in.
Any idea to sustain a trilogy must be strong and its story must be told through the eyes of strong characters. Since the Laird Malcolm Craig Lowrie met French Versailles denizen Adelaide de Fontenoy under the evil eye of lawyer Sir William Robinson, it’s certainly been a roller-coaster ride. And I can’t wait to see where we go next.
This mystery of magic has sustained me through a trilogy. My debut novel, The Wolf of Dalriada, came out in 2016 and is available directly through my website, in Ebook form from Amazon or the publishers, Troubador. The second in the trilogy will be available later this year and I am currently writing the third.
About Elizabeth Gates
Between reading English Language & Literature at Bedford College, University of London, and acquiring an MA in Linguistics at the University of Essex, Elizabeth explored Europe as a teacher of English and Creative Writing. Later she worked as a freelance journalist – published for over twenty-five years, in national, regional and local magazines and newspapers, specialising in Public Health issues such as post-traumatic stress disorder in the armed forces and suicide among our farmers and the health of foreign seamen trapped on ships held in British ports. Elizabeth’s return to fiction has resulted in The Wolf of Dalriada, her debut novel, published in 2016 and the second in the series, Staining the Soul, will come out later this year.
Click on the links below to purchase a copy of The Wolf of Dalriada
Links to where you can find Elizabeth Gates on Social Media
Today, 9th May, 2020, is my late sister’s birthday. Heather would have been 64, just fourteen months younger than me and we grew up like twins. In 2009 she was taken from this world following a battle with throat cancer.
Before I discovered fiction I used to do a lot of life writing. These days however, I write fiction and use my characters to pass on my pain. It really is great therapy. You should try it.
Anyway, because it is Heather’s birthday, I thought I’d share a sonnet I wrote a few years ago.
One became Two
First there was one and then one became two,
the day you arrived was Bobbsey for me.
From that day on we were inseparable,
two girls dressed the same, as twins like to be.
We’d sing to vinyl forty-fives and step
sideways in routine, both arms wide up high,
drink tea and trick Pisha Pashya with decks
of cards or flirt with boys making them shy.
As we grew taller and ripened in years,
the time came to go our separate ways,
you soared over wild waves high in the air,
to fulfil your dream, gone were jester days.
Malignancy struck, you fought a fierce war,
battled and lost, leaving one – as before.
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Happy reading…
This week for my Tuesday guest feature we are sticking with poetry. I’m pleased to welcome Alison Chisholm, talented poet and tutor, to ‘Patricia’s Pen.’
I first met Alison at Swanwick Writers’ Summer School in 2016 and not only did I enjoy her poetry course but also benefited from her one to one feedback sessions.
Alison is here to talk about my favourite love, poetry, so without further ado, it’s over to Alison.
Alison Chisholm
Strange how you fall into poetry. It isn’t an obvious career choice. I was hooked pre-school when my uncle gave me a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Child’s Garden of Verses. I already loved stories, but poetry … WOW! Here was a complete story and something to make you think in just a few words that sang with all the mystery and excitement of a magic spell. A few years later, no great shakes academically, I discovered the joys of reading poetry aloud in elocution classes, sharing those magical words with the world. At seventeen, I qualified to teach elocution, and a few years later realised that writing my own poetry brought even more wonder than reading other people’s.
The greatest joy, of course, is that a poet is one of the few professions in which it is a huge advantage to grow old. You have so much more to write about, and have lived through such fascinating changes in the poetry world, most notably seeing how a quirky minority interest for a few eccentrics has within a fairly short time become a way of life, a solace and a strengthener for so many of us.
Writing poetry helps to put things in order. Its balance and control counter the chaos of other aspects of life. It’s the best way to celebrate anniversaries, losing a stone, the birth of a baby, the fact that it’s Tuesday. It’s the best way to come to terms with the first broken love affair, losing your Dad, crashing the car, burning the Yorkshire puddings. Writing poetry helps to make sense of the things life does to you.
As I write this, the world is in the grip of what feels like the greatest change in society since we came down from the trees. Donne might have told us that no man is an island but today every one of us is an island, floating tantalisingly far from all the other islands in seas of sickness and fear. Poetry has never been more important. Reading it transports us into other, less terrifying worlds. It reminds us that we are human. It reminds us that we can dream. Writing it does the same, with the added advantage that it whiles away the odd hour that might otherwise have been surrendered to daytime TV. Both reading and writing poetry can be achieved with a nice gin and tonic in the other hand. Life could be worse.
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Thank you, Alison, that was both informative and enjoyable to read and I’m sure my readers will agree. No wonder you fell in love with poetry after getting that copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Child’s Garden of Verses. What a beautiful book. All children should have a copy.
Links of where to purchase Alison Chisholm’s books will be listed below but first let’s find out a little more about her.
About Alison Chisholm
Alison Chisholm was born in Liverpool and has lived in Southport most of her life, with a brief foray in the North East to collect a career, a husband and the first of her two daughters. She has two and a half grandchildren, two cats and a mildly dysfunctional tortoise.
She has written twelve collections of poetry and various textbooks on the craft of writing, and co-written books on public speaking, competitions and autobiography. She wrote the poetry correspondence course of the Writers Bureau, Manchester, and is a columnist on Writing Magazine. She gives talks, readings, workshops and courses, and adjudicates competitions.
You can find Alison on Facebook and her recent books on Amazon, Lulu or contact Alison via Private Message on Facebook for signed copies.
Today Georgia Conlon kindly invited me over to her blog ‘The Isolation Book Club’ to discuss my reading and writing in isolation.
Reading and writing are both great escapes from reality. You can read my blog on Georgia’s site by clicking here.
A note for your diaries – Poet, Alison Chisholm is my guest on Tuesday 5th May 2020 – a blog not to be missed.
Hi Everyone
I thought this Sunday in place of my regular writing challenge, I would share a blog written by the lovely Lynette Creswell. Lynette not only discusses short story writing but introduces her fabulous new short story collection, available to pre-order on Amazon Kindle for a mere 99p.
So if you like diverse, dark-humoured and bite-sized, this compelling collection could be what you’ve been waiting for.
To read Lynette’s blog which includes a mini synopsis for each of her seven stories in the collection, click here.
Join me in wishing Lynette the very best of luck with her great new collection, Cat Thief: A Collection of Short Stories.
Patricia M Osborne 