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Poetry and Protest

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 12th of March 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

Protest has always provided a form of non-violent protest for poets and Davy D’s poem, Because, offers words to highlight the urbanisation and destruction of the countryside taking place in the UK. Throughout history poets such as John Clare, William Blake and Christina Rossetti have all written poetry as a form of protest. These and the Russian poet, Irina Ratushinskaya, who in 1983 was sentenced to five years hard labour for writing poetry deemed to create anti-Soviet agitation and propaganda, are discussed in this episode of Poetic Beats.

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Because

 

near a concrete verge, a snowdrop

bows to the North Wind. An act of

defiance against minds immersed in

roadway oblivion. inside the aperture,

carbon white sits against a cold day

sprinkled on winter soil. the camera

 

sure in its capture of a new order.

above the din, can anyone hear the

robin sing, or the mindless torture

of scraped earth? the run of a nib

must carry more than the cold

blood from a profiteer’s core.

 

© Davy D 2018

Even Poets Can Be Funny

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Photo: © Davy D 2018

My brain has been crammed full of stuff this week and it has been difficult to get any thoughts on paper, so I thought we could lighten the mood on Thursday Thoughts and have a little bit of fun.

I captured the above photo whilst out on a walk last Summer and it is one of those photos begging for a caption.  It is over to you. Have you got any funny words or poetry inspired by the picture of the two cows? I am too Northern to include a prize but look forward to reading your responses.

Here’s mine to start the ball rolling.

“I hope he’s not going to start reciting one of his Hi-Cows.”

Rainbow

Rainbow 2

3

3

every night

he comes to the alley,

same time, same routine.

his odd shoes, her trainer,

still reeking of

forensic plastic

and final traces

of her existence.

 

every night

he takes off his shoes,

placing all three at

the entrance. barefoot

he walks each

cold cobbled stone

and listens to walls hoping

to share their secret.

 

every day,

on an empty bed

he cries himself

to sleep, in movies

haunted by her last smile

and the pillow

which covered her face

one final time.  

 

© Davy D 2018

Poetic Motivations:83

Poetic Motivations_83

March

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 5th of March 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

On today’s episode we celebrate the arrival of the meteorological start of Spring in the UK with the poem March, by Celia Thaxter.  After a week of living with the “Beast From The East” Winter is still with us. According to the astronomical calendar Winter doesn’t start in the Northern Hemisphere until the Vernal Equinox on the 20.03.18, so we have a few cold weeks to go yet.

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March

I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill

Such bright gold under my window-sill!

Is it fairy gold?    Does it glitter still?

Bless me! it is a daffodil!

 

And look at the crocuses keeping tryst

With the daffodil by the sunshine kissed.

Like beautiful bubbles of amethyst

They seem, blown out of the earth’s snow-mist.

 

And snowdrops’ delicate fairy bells

With a pale green tint like the ocean swells;

And the hyacinths wearing their perfumed spells!

The ground is a rainbow of asphodels!

 

Who said that March was a scold and a shrew?

Who said she had nothing on earth to do

But tempests and furies and tempests to brew?

Why, look at the wealth she has lavished on you!

 

O March that blusters and March that blows,

What colour under your footsteps glows!

Beauty you summon from winter snows,

And you are the pathway that leads to the rose.

 

CELIA THAXTER.

A Travelling Fair

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I am excited for this week’s Thursday Thoughts. One of my favourite poets, Nigel Smith, has released his latest collection of poetry, A Travelling Fair, and I have been consumed in the book for the past week.

Many of you will be familiar with Nigel’s work over at his blog, Voices of A Hidden Self.  A Travelling Fair is a collection of some of these poems plus many new and unpublished poems. Rather than babble on about how good it is, here is the review I posted on Amazon and Goodreads, which gives you a flavour of the book.

 

Imagine the delight when one of my favourite poets on Social Media decided to bring his latest collection of poetry to the market, and Nigel Smith’s, A Travelling Fair, has only deepened the joy and admiration for his poetry. The book starts on The Drizzled Cobbled Street and takes you on a journey through life with poems and reflections told in Nigel’s inimitable style, carved from his Yorkshire heritage. These are poems to spend time with and be savoured. Each one leaving a thought or refection that stays with you for some time. Whether you are new to poetry or a seasoned veteran there are poems here for everyone. My favourite poetry book of the year. A Travelling Fair is worth a visit; you will definitely leave with more than a Goldfish and Candy Floss.

 

If you want to buy A Travelling Fair, and find out what all the fuss is about, then please follow this link at Amazon and you can help Nigel by posting a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

Mrs. D is shouting at me now to get moving for our weekly outing to the shops. The book is going into my Manbag and coming with me. The aisles at Primark and Lidl (it’s all a poet can afford) are going to be much more interesting today.

Enjoy the rest of your week.

Hit The North

Hit The North

Air Mail

Air Mail