An empathic glimpse into animal suffering lyrically expressed through stark nature imagery. Gillian Prew writes sensory-rich, word-dense stanzas translating vivid, and at times surreal, images of pain into the natural world. Each poem builds on the one before creating an overall effect of relentless intensity. A strong, distinct and experimental collection of deeply felt tightly-knit poems.
Nature is often the muse of poets and Gillian Prew is no exception, but no paean to the daffodil here. Prew explores and embraces the experience of grief through the natural world in all its cruel beauty. She eschews romanticism for a language that is in turns viscerally dark red blood, bones, fire, black earth then tender, casting light on ‘the soft skitter of small things… bursting green’, the three colours creating a narrative of loss amid life. Precise, anatomical and unflinching, this is a journey through the cyclical nature of our existence, the eternal making and unmaking of the world. From the violent ‘fistbuds’ of renewal in spring to the ‘boneclean’ air of winter, Prew reminds us, in all seasons, life is no gentle thing.
she was made of air her song thick as a mud bell sky a bitten blue
I’m very pleased to have a small bird poem, imaginatively titled ‘Small Bird Poem’, in issue 6 of Zoomorphic Magazine. They’ve held onto it for quite a while and can be found in my collection, A Wound’s Sound (Oneiros Books, 2014). Many thanks to editors, Susan Richardson and James Roberts.
A word in my poem at this month’s Visual Verse has somehow gone missing so here is the poem in its entirety. Study in Black Grief-eye dark as the world’s mirror fastened in a parcel of bones and velvet. … Continue reading Visual Verse
I am delighted to share two environmental poems by Lesley Quayle. These poems arose from projects she worked on alongside Friends of the Earth and Transport 2000, trying to combat the industrialisation of greenbelt and an AONB. Remember, if you appreciate a poet’s work the best support you can give is to purchase their books. You can … Continue reading Lesley Quayle – Two poems