Poetry

Do you know, I've wanted to make a post about poetry for a while now, and Burns Night seems a very good time to do so. Poetry has been a constant thread which runs through my life, and I love it very much. However, I'm aware that for many people the mention of poetry induces a big yawn or a groan and I'm never quite sure why. Perhaps it's an association it with pretentious, posing types prancing around waiting for inspiration to strike, or because of a bad experience at school with the way it was taught. Some poems do make you work hard to understand them, that's true, but for me they can capture an idea in a way that's often instantly recognisable and makes you say 'yes, I get that' or 'I've felt that too'. They can also take you to another place and time, and tell you a story or weave a spell. Let me take you on a journey through my own favourites.

The first poems I can remember are the nursery rhymes I learnt when I was tiny. Rhythmic and catchy, they were songs too, and I can remember my mum and dad reciting lines of poems of their favourite poems. They both left school at 14 but have always had a love of learning, and have always been interested in things. They taught me Wordsworth's 'Daffodils' when I was quite little, and I loved to imagine those jolly lakeside flowers 'fluttering and dancing in the breeze'. I can remember drawing bright yellow pictures of them.

Later on at junior school I discovered Walter de la Mare's 'Silver' when we had to copy it out for handwriting practice. I loved the idea that the moon could magically turn everything to silver:
'Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon'.



As I moved into my teenage years I consumed poetry. In those pre-internet days I borrowed library books and copied out poems from them into my own notepads in tiny writing. I also kept copious diaries full of my own thoughts (I'm so glad they no longer exist!). I had lots of favourite poems and poets at this time, especially the Romantics like Shelley, Keats and Byron, and others like W B Yeats.
I fell in love with his poem 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree' in which he dreams of escaping the city and living contentedly on an island, where he would build a little cabin:
'Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade'.

At A-level, I discovered more amazing poets like Ted Hughes. His poem 'The Thought Fox' is a description of his experience of writer's block which is resolved by the arrival of a fox:

I imagine this midnight moment's forest

Something else is alive

Beside the clock's loneliness

And these blank pages where my fingers move'

 The fox steps stealthily out of the dark, snowy forest and inspires him to write: 'across clearings, an eye, a widening, deepening greenness'.

I also encountered Thomas Hardy at this time, and loved his wintry poem 'The Darkling Thrush'. He perfectly captures the frosty bleakness of a grey December afternoon:

'The tangled bine-stems scored the sky

Like strings of broken lyres

And all mankind that haunted nigh

Had sought their household fires'.

A winter theme re-appears in Hardy's 'Snow in the Suburbs'. His words capture the soft, muffling sound of snow, and describes how it gathers on branches: 

'Every branch big with it,

Bent every twig with it;

Every fork like a white web-foot;

Every street and pavement mute'.

I like poets who are inventive with language. In his poem 'Pied Beauty' Gerald Manley-Hopkins praises 'dappled things' in delightfully playful words:
'Skies as couple-colour as a brinded cow...
Fresh fire-coal chestnut-falls: finches' wings'.

Dylan Thomas is someone whose skill with words I've long admired. His 'Poem in October' speaks to me as my birthday is also in October, and in it he recounts the summers of his childhood:
 'A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
Blackbirds...
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants'.

After college I was lucky enough to do a degree in English Literature at university and spent 3 years studying lots of writers and writing, although poetry remained close to my heart. I met P there, and I got to know Shakespeare better, especially his sonnets. My favourite is Sonnet 116 in which he describes the constancy of love:

'Love is not love 

Which alters when it alteration finds...

it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken'.

You'll have noticed that my favourite poems are often about nature, as I'm fascinated by flowers, countryside and the seasons. But I really enjoy poets who write about relationships and life's events too. While my children were growing up I started to discover poets who were new to me. Wendy Cope in 'After The Lunch' captures a moment in an everyday, ordinary, but very touching way:

'On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
 I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.'

Maya Angelou really caught my attention with her powerful and joyful poem 'Phenomenal Woman' which celebrates just being female:
'I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.'

I now work in the English department of a secondary school and have discovered poets like Simon Armitage. I've been reading his translation of 'Gawain and the Green Knight' which is a rip-roaring 14th century poem that I studied at university, a medieval tale of chivalry and adventure. His translation is beautiful and glittering, and transports us to a time and place where knights, ladies and mythical creatures co-exist.



Imtiaz Dharker is a poet I've recently begun to read too. In her sensual poem 'How To Cut a Pomegranate', she conjures up wonderfully exotic images:
'The juice tasted of gardens
I had never seen, voluptious
with myrtle, lemon, jasmine,
and alive with parrot's wings'.

Finally, as it's the 257th anniversary of the birth of celebrated Scottish poet Robert Burns, the last word belongs to him. I'll finish with one of his most famous poems, 'A Red, Red Rose':

'My Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune'.

I really hope you've found my poetic wanderings interesting, and not too boring, and I'd love to know if you enjoy poetry too. If you do, do you have a favourite? I'd love to hear.
See you soon x

Liebster Award - First Part

Wow! Thank you to the lovely Jill at Emerald Cottage who has nominated me for the Liebster award.

 This is an on-line award given by bloggers to new bloggers. There are several things for me to do as a nominee:

1. Post 11 random facts about myself.

2. Answer 11 questions posed by my nominator.

3. Nominate 11 blogs with less than 200 followers for the award.

4. List 11 questions of my own for them to answer.

Ok, here goes! I'll do part 1 today. Hmmm ... 11 random facts about me:

1. I am a poetry addict.

There - I've admitted it. I have been mad about poetry for as long as I can remember, and back when I did English at university it featured heavily in my studies. The concentrated language and ideas are amazing. My favourite poets are Ted Hughes, Robert Burns, W.B.Yeats, Dylan Thomas and Byron, to name but a few.

2. I am a vegetarian.

I became one over 20 years ago, and don't eat meat or fish. I never liked the taste of meat as child, but have always loved vegetables and veggie food. When I was about 13 my parents let me eat a cheese and tomato pizza for Christmas lunch! The rest of my family are vegetarian too.

3. I play the violin.

After giving up learning at school when I was 9, I took lessons when I was 39 and got to Grade 3 level before starting work again after being at home when my children were young. Doing my Grades 1 and 2 were a bit scary, but it was great learning and my favourite things to play are jigs, reels and hornpipes. 

4. I have a weakness for buying candles, lanterns and baskets.

My husband and children hurry me through any shop which contains these items, telling me 'You've already got lots!' It's hard to resist - they come in so many varieties...

5. Colour is very important to me.

I love playing with colour combinations. I have very definite ideas about what goes together and what doesn't and have to remind myself to loosen up a bit and go with the flow.

6. I love Cornwall.

We have a holiday there most summers and I just love the fresh coastal scenery and relaxed holiday vibe. No wonder so many artists and crafts-people settle there -  it's so inspiring!

7. My favourite animals are hares and red squirrels. 

I have never seen either of them in real life but live in hope. Hares are wild and enigmatic, and squirrels are beautiful and their movements so fluid.

8. I love to discover new words.

I recently discovered the word 'petrichor' which means 'the scent of rain on dry earth, or the scent of dust after rain'. I was so excited - who knew there was a word for that?

9. My favourite foods are cheese and crisps.

Oh dear, they're not exactly low in fat, so I do have to ration myself. I love blue cheeses, like Dorset Blue Vinney and I pretty much like crisps in general, so I try not to have them in the house!

10. I can't watch tv without crocheting/sewing/knitting at the same time.

Sitting just watching feels weird - I need to make something as well.

11. I am a cloud-spotter.

It's so easy to miss what's going on in the sky above our heads when we're dashing around living our busy lives, but once you start to notice it becomes a habit. I am constantly amazed at how beautiful clouds are and am fascinated by their varieties and what they signify, weather-wise.

Right, that's some random facts about me - time for a cup of tea.

See you soon x