\nPerhaps it was the long hot days of the bank holiday weekend and beyond when most of you placed your votes, and many ran free with their own ‘Wildlings’, but Marie-Fran\u00e7oise de Saint-Quirin’s poem is the IS&T Pick of the Month for April. This ‘beautiful’ ‘warm’ and ‘clever’ work resonated.<\/p>\n
Marie-Fran\u00e7oise is a London based poet who was born in South Wales. Often using her mixed heritage and unconventional childhood as inspiration, she particularly enjoys writing about the mundane things that make up the fabric of who we are. Her work has previously been published by\u00a0Message in a Bottle<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0Reach Poetry<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Wildlings\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n My wildlings <\/p>\n ********<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Voters comments included:<\/p>\n … I picked Wildlings because it wouldn’t let me go. I wanted to have snail glitter on my aging skin. I wanted to have answers to the questions my son sings to me. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n A truly amazing and insightful work from one so obviously gifted. A piece so full of warmth and love that expresses the existence of a close bond between the poet and the Wildlings. The very thoughtful and thought provoking use of drawing parallels between the fleeting appearances of Nature’s little winged creatures and the Wildlings while illustrating the close bond that exists hints also at the acknowledgement ( albeit fleetingly that like Nature’s little fledglings ) of the poets transitory role in the life of her Wildlings “I am just a breeze a whisper on a wishbone “. But then just as quickly comes also the acknowledgement that however fleetingly their connection her strength is renewed in the affirmation ” yet snail trails glisten across the sag of my skin and grant me substance “. A permanent reminder of the legacy of her Wildlings’ love. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Brings it home how sweet it is to be with the ones you love <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Evokes memories, reads beautifully <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Resonates mothering <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n A beautifully written poem that made me smile and feel warm inside.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Very deep. Made me think. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Thought provoking and uses words to lull the reader in a false security. Very intelligent. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n The style of writing speaks to my soul <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n I like the emotive use of language <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Very well presented the poet uses playful language. I feel a sense of warmth when I read this poem. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n I can relate, I have two wildlings of my own and here is poem that speaks their truths. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n A fantastic poem that truly captures the wonderful feeling of being a parent <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n The imagery reminds me of my wildling.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n Powerful imagery and thought provoking<\/em> <\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Perhaps it was the long hot days of the bank holiday weekend and beyond when most of you placed your votes, and many ran free with their own ‘Wildlings’, but Marie-Fran\u00e7oise de Saint-Quirin’s poem is the IS&T Pick of the Month for April. This ‘beautiful’ ‘warm’ and ‘clever’ work resonated. Marie-Fran\u00e7oise is a London […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[137],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16549","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16549","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16549"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16549\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16568,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16549\/revisions\/16568"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16549"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16549"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16549"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nleave tokens of love\u00a0scattered
\nlike breadcrumbs,
\nthen shriek and howl
\nto scare away the birds.
\nHe offers me bouquets of broccoli \u2013
\nfistfuls\u00a0of\u00a0Brassica\u00a0from a moss flecked giant.
\nShe wraps me in sapling limbs and
\nsings me songs of answerless questions.
\nI am just a breeze, a\u00a0whisper on a wishbone,
\nyet, snail\u00a0trails glisten across
\nthe\u00a0sag of my\u00a0skin\u00a0and grant me\u00a0substance.<\/p>\n