{"id":3457,"date":"2012-10-31T12:00:35","date_gmt":"2012-10-31T12:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3457"},"modified":"2012-10-28T14:37:21","modified_gmt":"2012-10-28T14:37:21","slug":"poetry-as-a-lifeline-mick-wood-and","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/poetry-as-a-lifeline-mick-wood-and\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry as a Lifeline: Mick Wood and Tim O\u2019Leary"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The 2012 Aldeburgh Poetry Festival runs for the 2nd-4th November, and for the next week, Ink Sweat & Tears will be featuring poems on the theme \u2018Poetry as a Lifeline\u2019 which is the subject of the IS&T-supported Discussions and Short Takes this year.\u00a0\u00a0 Find out more about the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival here<\/a><\/p>\n

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Blackstone Edge
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This then: to photograph a rock, have it look<\/em><\/p>\n

like a rock, but be more than a rock.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Waiting for the light<\/p>\n

to lift a rutted cobble<\/p>\n

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from the Roman road.<\/p>\n

For the sun to make gold<\/p>\n

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from this spine of lead,<\/p>\n

opening the door<\/p>\n

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on a black passage down<\/p>\n

to halls under heather<\/p>\n

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and teetering rock.<\/p>\n

For a wind farm<\/p>\n

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to rewind the sky,<\/p>\n

film and tapes of cloud<\/p>\n

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flung from its spools<\/p>\n

on a silver horizon.<\/p>\n

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For the fell runner<\/p>\n

who chases his legs<\/p>\n

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down the old pack road<\/p>\n

to leak a long shadow.<\/p>\n

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For hackles and swords<\/p>\n

to rise from Saddleworth,<\/p>\n

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roaring its traffic,<\/p>\n

culverts, milestones,<\/p>\n

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scars. For the white lies<\/p>\n

told by light and the eye.<\/p>\n

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For a pinch of wool<\/p>\n

to fetch a salmon.<\/p>\n

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Mick Wood<\/strong> lives in Strasbourg where he works as a theatre practitioner. His poetry has been published in many magazines and has won a number of awards, including online-health-pharm.com<\/a> first prize in the 2009 Ledbury Poetry Festival competition.<\/p>\n

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The Place of Stones<\/strong><\/p>\n

from Aghaclogher, an Irish village name<\/em><\/p>\n


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The ether has emptied and seasons have gone, but winds bless winds within themselves and stones are freed with honing song. I am your ancestor, hewer of rocks, these are my signals of home. I warm to the force of this altered earth, how it prisms light from lough and sky, configuring the land for indisciplined eyes. This is the monument where memories reside, where, to mark our worth, we barter with gods, for excarnated serf or corbelled king.\u00a0 It\u2019s where men cluster from scattered farms, sharing their stories to the point of trust. Pouring in from the cursus, their gatherings assert: see us; know us; accept us. Exist and remember \u2013 how beautiful we\u2019ve learned how we came to be; how beautiful the unknown, beyond quag and scree.<\/p>\n

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Tim O\u2019Leary<\/strong> is a photographer relatively new to poetry. In the last eighteen months his work has been listed at Strokestown, Munster Lit Fest, Poetry on the Lake, Grist and Live Canon and has appeared in anthologies, e-zines and journals.<\/p>\n

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