Poets for March, Liam Bond, Ian Stewart Black, Teresa Di Matteo, A.J. Huffman, Robert Mullen, Fiona Pearse, John Grey, Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah and Ilona Martonfi will disturb the still water and feed the fire in your soul.
UNWANTED
By
The lunatic woman,
idiots and paupers,
cripples, the very aged
sent to the asylum
Blackwell’sIsland,
lying in theEast River
surrounded by granite seawall.
June 20, 1895:
eldest daughter,
Bridget Forgarty
eighteen years old
she lives in a darkened room
screeching and cries
tied up with a rope.
Epileptic.
Melancholia.
Answers and movements slow,
thoughts, sluggish
a lot of her early childhood
she can’t remember
sunshine and fresh air
across theEast River
on a dusty back road
walled garden
purple lilac tree
white jasmine.
CAYUN FISHERMAN
By
Before the oil spill
traps wetlands
with brown-orange gob
he goes fishing
sells blue crabs on the market
pulls out the eyes
kisses red sky
without fire
without wood ash
without hands
he goes to the wetlands
he collects skeletons
clumps of dead seagrass
and green turtle corpses
Hi Michael, your poems were excellent. The power of the 'Eve factor' can't be denied. Very well said!
Hello Selma, Thanks for appreciating my Poem.
Hi Robert, beautiful, beautiful imagery - "blues plunging into viridian" - WOW. I love that. Bravo!
Hi John, 'Escapes From The Ordinary' really stood out for me. I like everyday life as subject matter. You can do so much with it. The image of the milk being poured down the drain is a striking one!
Hi A.J. You've got some FAB images in your poems. I love - "Throw a wish to the wind. And I will save it in a can." as well as - "A hand I have never met snaps a shutter against the moon." Brilliant!
HI Teresa, I particularly like your poem 'Winds' - it is very powerful. Thank you.
Hi Fiona, Just wanted to say I enjoyed both of your poems very much. I can relate to 'Sifting For Gold' a lot. Your final stanza is so apt.
Hi Ian, your depiction of the enduring story of Pierrot and Columbine was quite moving. It tugged at my heart that he was broken and that no one had pity for him. A tale of woe, indeed.
Hi Liam, I really liked your poems, in particular 'This Town.' The rhythm of it made it read like a song. I can relate to the line: " She asked how we’re going to get out of here," Oh yeah!
Hi Ilona, just wanted to say I thought both of your poems were excellent. There is a bleak kind of beauty contained in both of them. The one about the fisherman really got to me. I was greatly affected in an emotional sense by the oil spill in the Gulf. I don't think I'll ever get over it. Thank you for your profound images.
Hi Selma, thank you for the kind words. Hope your summer was great. Cheers, Ilona
Prmtime Guy and Sifting for Gold are two of the most beautiful and interesting poems I have read in a long time.
Beautiful poems. The March showcase is full of life and I love Michael's mood of capturing beauty in a dancing array of peace.