We Hold to the Faith

My Love broke apart
But not so my heart
I hold to the faith
For life until death

In childhood she was used
A mother who gave food
But not much more than that
A father who was crap.

Insecure attachment made Her
Vulnerable to a bastard
Who twisted her need for more love
And broke it with seduction rough.

A minefield lies under the surface
Randomly exploding all her grace
Wrecking relationships all the time
Dragging her hope down into the grime.

But she is a tough warrior
Who strives to heal still further
Though latterly the magnitude
Of shame keeps her in solitude.

Unpicking wounds to her heart
Struggling to discourse with parts
Who would have her do nothing
And flinch at telephone’s ring.

It is hard to stay up
To mind self or even sup
So locked away from all
Nowhere further to fall.

My Love broke apart
But not so our hearts
We hold to the faith
For life denies death.

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

Written for dVerse – Poets Pub – MTB: When ‘We’ writes poetry, posted by  Laura Bloomsbury of Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft
The challenge was:

  • We as a pair, a couple (not a group)
  • It can be any real or imaginary friendship
  • It might be a significant other, a relative or a pet
  • But the poem’s stanzas MUST BE WRITTEN AS COUPLETS
  • A MINIMUM OF THREE stanzas (preferably more)
  • There are several types of couplets to choose from (see here for definitions)

Pearl Diving…


There’s a skylight right over my head
But the darkness pools, here in my bed
And I’m diving deep – searching for pearls
But I just keep on coming up empty.


I lay and wait for your key in the lock
For your ship to come into my dock
But the hours drift away and I’m down in the depths
Fruitlessly searching for pearls


Next I’m down on my knees
And I’m begging him, please!
Don’t go, just don’t sail away!
But my lifeline is cut, and I sink to the depths –
Chasing my scattering pearls…


Yet it should be him who is down on his knees
Thanking God for the moments with me
For a pearl diver comes only once in your life
So I turn and I swim for the light.


There are people who live
Up there in the light
But I’ve gradually lost my connections –
They stretched and they broke
As the pearl diver sank ever deeper.


Then he comes and the sunlight bursts inwards
And my world is complete for a while
And I thread one more pearl on my necklace
One more notch on the bedpost of life…

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

It’s Open Link night over at dVerse Poets Pub but as it is late here in England, I have dug out a previously unshown piece.
Written about a friend who was in an abusive relationship some years ago…

A Challenge from the Poets Pub…

Duelling Badgers

Stop horsing around
you’re beginning to bug me!

Horse – that’s big of you
but bug! So reductive!

You won’t weasel your way
back into my affections
by being
smart as a whippet

Now you’re
calling me a dog?
I’ll take that
I ain’t nothing but
a hound dog
crying for your love…

And you can stop
parroting Elvis.
You’ll have to do
more than that
To worm your way
back into my affections
this time
you pig
you pig-dog!

A worm is it?
You wound me
but I will hound you
nevertheless
a truffle-hound
rooting around
for your affections…

Well you can’t have them
I’ve squirreled them away
and anyway
you never savour them
you just wolf them down.

Still, I will
beetle around
until I ferret them out…

Now who’s
aping me with
mixed metaphors?

They’re not
yours to hog
my darling rabbit
or are you going to
keep haring
this way and that
because you know
I will catch you in the end…

Oh alright!
Just stop larking around
you silly goose

I’ll goose you
as much as you want
beloved

Better than a ferret
down the trousers
I suppose

You should be so lucky!

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

This is written in response to a challenge from the dVerse – the Poets Pub -posted by sarahsouthwest in Poetics.

Roadtrip Review No. 6 – a self-review…

Borne up and drawn in
by fast becoming friends’
web of writing prompts

Writing is a unique space for me and increasingly so. My dear departed sister encouraged me to go to a writing group in Sligo, Ireland – a place full of writers and artists and all in the shadow of the poet WB Yeats. Indeed, when I first moved there in 1995, one of my early commissions as a signwriter and, it turns out, a muralist, was to paint a mural of WB Yeats on a new secondhand bookshop – The Winding Stair – named for the title poem of one of Yeats’ books of poetry – you can see me painting it here. I had studied Yeatss at school in English (Literature) which replaces the English (Creative) of earlier school years – why do they do that? I also painted a little but didn’t want to go down the road of fine art because I perceived that artists are so often groomed by galleries encouraging them to produce more of what sells rather than following their own creative wanderings. And so I became a signwriter (painted not computer-cut vinyl) where the creative input is much smaller and constrained by a brief but, I felt, more honest and more sure as a means of making a living. Moving to Ireland gave me a new burst of creative freedom as a signwriter – especially after doing the Yeats mural although some years later, The Winding Stair closed down and the subsequent occupiers of the shop painted over my “masterwork” – a lesson in the zen of attachment to earthly achievement…

Going back to the writing group, it was such a pleasure to rediscover the joy of putting words on the blank canvas of the page – I produced a slim volume of the group’s writings including a CD of the members reading their pieces – and then I discovered blogging… By now it was 2005 and my partner and I moved back to England to see more of our growing grandchildren, and as we waited to complete our stable-to-house conversion, there was no time to make friends in the community and so blogging remained my virtual circle of friendship. I belonged to a blog -site called Mo’time run by an American living in Italy, who created Mo’time as a test bed for ideas for the larger site which was his job. Sadly, the larger site was sold and Mo’time terminated and though we made several attempts to kindle a new space – it was never the same – however I still see quite a few Mo’timers on Facebook.

Then in 2020, on April 1st – I stumbled across the A to ZX Challenge and as the pandemic was taking hold, I plunged in! Each year has been differently themed and I have encountered new fellow writers as well as old friends. This year, however, writing was even more central – my theme was on the etymology of phrases and so was like honey to writing bees and I have joined another writing group – not in the flesh, but by Zoom and our facilitator is also an A to Z-er. What has been different though, is that through the new writing friends I have made (and reviewed here on my Roadtrip) I have encountered a world of other blogging challenges, written, photographic and especially poetry. Since my writing group is prompted by poems and much of what I have written has been (Free) Verse, it was like an alignment of the planets – instead of tailing off into silence after the A to Z finished, I am being tempted and indeed succumbing to all sorts of new challenges as well as writing in my group. I created the picture at the top of this post using Midjourney – another takeaway from this year’s A to Z (thanks to Misky and Vidya) to convey the sense of both support and crazy fear of falling out of control and spending my whole time writing challenge posts! So far I have engaged with Six Degrees of Separation, the Poet’s Pub and Sadje’s WDYS (What Do You See) and in the interests of Life/Work/life balance, I think that may be enough for now – things should be a pleasure and not a pressure… And then there are two novels to get back to, one finished to first draft and the other, a more serious work, with a lot of writing to go! And I used to spend a lot of time keeping abreast of the news! And then there’s the allotment – water and weed it or lose it! And then there is my partner, children and grandchildren not to mention two and a half days at work…

Here’s the thing though, within reason, the more you do, the more you fit in because what goes is the dross, the stuff that didn’t really matter, write poetry not protest seems to be where I am right now…

P. S. I have been told that I am not great at communicating, say, enthusiastic responses, that I may even be on the spectrum, but when I write, even though I may not feel the feelings whilst in the act of writing, be it poetry, prose or fiction, when I read back emotional content, I emote with the best of them, tear up – the works. So I guess writing is my medium of expression…

Spring Draws Her Veil of Greening…

As Spring draws her veil of greening…

As Spring draws her veil of greening
Across the winter bare landscape
Hiding the naked trees as her
Veil cloaks her virginal body

Buds waiting for the gentle touch
As spring draws her veil of greening
The trees turning to subtle mauve
In eager anticipation

April showers have quickened the
Rising sap that swells the tree pulse
As Spring draws her veil of greening
And May sunshine smiles down on her

In a scant week the tints of mauves
Are lost to each tree’s special shade.
Confetti of blossom sprinkled
As Spring draws her veil of greening.

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

This Quatern poem is written in response to dVerse ~ Poets Pub, 25th May 2023, posted by Grace, Poetry Form: Quatern
Image derived using Midjourney AI

Roadtrip Review No. 5

Lady in Read – such a great pun – and it truly reflects Vidya’s approach to her blog – it might be described as Fusion – “Lady in Red” is a western song by Chris de Burgh and it has featured in several films and both Vidya’s avatar and blog banner show her in a red dress but in the content she goes further. For example, in this year’s A to Z (she is a veteran participant), she wrote poems about people and places from India and particularly Karnatka where she grew up. However, Vidya writes prompted by many blogging challenges including NaPoWriMo which was also running in April and rather than do two separate posts, Vidya gives us a mash-up or fusion. so in My Heart Beats for Harihar, her H post, Vidya writes a poem celebrating the town she grew up in as a Sea Shanty – the NaPoWriMo prompt! To have followed Vidya’s A to Z is to take a deep dive into Indian/Karnatka culture but served up with a fusion twist seasoned with a great deal of humour…

Vidya also explored using AI for both images to illustrate some posts and also to generate ideas for post titles and you can read about her assessment of her experiments in her Reflections Post.

Roadtrip Review No.1

This is a review of blogs who participated in the A to Z Challenge 2023 starting with those who were frequent flyers in my Comments…

Misky over on IT’S STILL LIFE, has been posting poems accompanied by AI-generated images for the A to Z. Not only has she inspired me in my return to poetry writing, but since AI is a hot topic now, the incredible images in her posts have caused me to begin my own evaluative exploration of AI – and may I say how generous Misky has been in giving me pointers as to where to begin! Having tried creating some pictures myself, using the Midjourney bot on Discord, I still cannot begin to imagine how the AI creates the pictures. I can however, imagine the processes of Misky, the poet and I urge you to go and read and look… I should add that Misky is a multiple poster, she offers a Twiglet Writing Prompt as well as participating in many other peoples’ prompt series.

An image generated by Midjourney to the prompt “a community of bloggers around the world sharing their post

D B McNichol is a seriously productive writer of at least 32 novels on Goodreads alone and whose perspicacity was demonstrated by the fact that she gave up the whole of April to the A to Z Challenge! Having pre-prepared all of her posts in advance, she was then free to spend at least four hours a day reading other people’s blogs 35-40 0f them, and commenting on them! Her own posts were lists of Small Delights, Simple Pleasures and Significant Pleasures which challenged the reader to consider and add their own favourites. Donna had retired from a career in IT before she even started writing books and if the effort she has demonstrated on the A to Z is anything to go by, it’s no wonder she has become a successful author – Kudos!

Deborah Weber is an old friend from the A to Z Challenge and each year she has written compelling Abercadariums of great subjects – and this year she wrote from a list of obscure colour names. Not only were the posts fascinating in themselves, but Deborah wrote in a free-association way (which she talks about in her Reflections post) rather than the more usual linear delivery. To my mind, this is not only the most preferable way of writing or talking (see my post on Alastair Cooke) but the essence of why we read blogs. A blog is not a textbook and Deborah with her free association gets my vote every time! I should say that as a sometime signwriter, specialist decorator and artist, Colours are right up my street anyway…

Sadje in her Keep it Alive blog, is another multiple-strand post-er of ideas and challenges, and although her domain name says “life after 50 for women” – her challenges and advice as well as her readers, are for and of both sexes. You only have to look at her use of Categories in the banner at the top of her site to see the variety of subjects tackled by Sadje… For her theme this year, Sadje posed a series of (challenging) questions designed to stimulate her readers to do more with mind, body and spirit – use it or lose it might be her motto…

Josna in Tell me Another (story) does just that – she shares stories about a recent visit home to India from the States where she now lives. Visits home are always a poignant mix of reminiscence and comparison with the person we are now and the place where we now reside and Josna does not disappoint. You will be transported to the sights, sounds, tastes and smells of Josna’s India as well as her more personal thoughts…

Lady Lee Manilla has been someone who once followed, has been the most prodigious presence in my Jetpack (WordPress) feed! Another multiple post-er, every day, Lady Lee has shared her poems, her photos and her life with her 1,438 followers of whom I am obviously just a recent addition! Her enthusiasm for poetry – her own and others – and the warmth of her sharing, have endeared Lady Lee to me…

I will be continuing these reviews because there are many left to describe but I have been working for three hours now and my stomach is demanding breakfast…

Another iteration (you always get four) from Midjourney to the prompt “a community of bloggers around the world sharing their post” – weird and wonderful…

Yoke

This poem is in response to the # What do you see photo prompt on Keep it alive by Sadje – chosen for May 1st International Labour Day…

Image credit; Dobrinoiu Denis @ Unsplash

Yoke

Her yoke is just a branch
no carved wood
save for the notches
anchoring the buckets
but a curved branch

A branch selected
for its curve
when loaded
with full buckets
to fit her shoulders

She shoulders
the load
every day
sometimes
more than once

Once
her shoulders were
not so curved
her yoke too
straighter

She cannot straighten
now, even when she
un-shoulders
her load
of water

Water every day
but no tears
a faint smile even
as she picks her way
homewards

Home where the
tree grows
that yielded
her curved branch
yoke.

Lemons and Land Use…

If you have seen my Theme Reveal for the A2Z Challenge 2022, then you will know that I am writing about becoming Vegetarian gradually as a response to the crisis in food supply chains sparked by the pandemic and made worse by the WAR in Ukraine. As well, I am keeping to the theme I originally planned of food which can be eaten in its own right as well as becoming an ingredient in other dishes…

Giant Lemon from Crete

In case you are thinking that nobody eats Lemons in their own right, I have a guilty pleasure to confess – when nobody around me is looking I eat the slice of lemon from my, say – Gin and Tonic – and maybe even my partners. Zest, which is the name for the outer layer of citrus fruit and contains the oils, also means enthusiasm for and so, when I owned a Frozen Yoghurt shop – I called it Zest!

To be fair, Lemons are mostly used as an ingredient for other dishes and rather than following the trite maxim “If Life Gives You Lemons – Make Lemonade!” here is a list of the many wonderful things you can make with Lemons. For example, the giant lemon pictured above next to a normal lemon, is cooked by the Greeks, in syrup and served on yoghurt or ice cream. We hid in Crete for six months whilst the pandemic was at its worst and from our apartment balcony, you could reach over the rail and pick lemons from a tree which reminded me of Andrew Marvell’s – The Garden in which he describes the bounty of cultivation thus:-

What wond’rous life in this I lead!

Ripe apples drop about my head;

The luscious clusters of the vine

Upon my mouth do crush their wine;

The nectarine and curious peach

Into my hands themselves do reach;

Stumbling on melons as I pass,

Ensnar’d with flow’rs, I fall on grass.

Lemon Curd
Lemon Meringue Pie
Lemon Marmalade
Lemony Greek Roast Potatoes
Limoncello
Preserved Lemon Mayonnaise
Lemon Drizzle Cake
Lemon Sorbet
Lemon Posset

I invite you to contribute your own favourites using this yellow skinned, zesty miracle…

Lastly, I want to share some more about the issue of the land it takes to raise meat compared to a vegetarian diet. I take this quote from here.
A Bangladeshi family living off rice, beans, vegetables and fruit may live on an acre of land or less, while the average American, who consumes around 270 pounds of meat a year, needs 20 times that.

Nearly 30% of the available ice-free surface area of the planet is now used by livestock, or for growing food for those animals. One billion people go hungry every day, but livestock now consumes the majority of the world’s crops. A Cornell University study in 1997 found that around 13m hectares of land in the US were used to grow vegetables, rice, fruit, potatoes and beans, but 302m were used for livestock. The problem is that farm animals are inefficient converters of food to flesh. Broiler chickens are the best, needing around 3.4kg to produce 1kg of flesh, but pigs need 8.4kg for that kilo.

Other academics have calculated that if the grain fed to animals in western countries were consumed directly by people instead of animals, we could feed at least twice as many people – and possibly far more – as we do now.”

There is a lot more in that article… If you have been trying to cut down on the amount of meat you eat in order to save money, or the world, whether as a result of the ideas shared here or because you were already on this track, please share how it is going for you and what you would like to know more about or see discussed…