{"id":9409,"date":"2015-10-08T08:00:47","date_gmt":"2015-10-08T08:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9409"},"modified":"2015-10-03T10:44:31","modified_gmt":"2015-10-03T10:44:31","slug":"to-celebrate-light-on-npd-carole-bromley-vivien-jones-jaqueline-saphra","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/to-celebrate-light-on-npd-carole-bromley-vivien-jones-jaqueline-saphra\/","title":{"rendered":"To Celebrate ‘Light’ for National Poetry Day: Carole Bromley, Vivien Jones, Jaqueline Saphra"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Darkling<\/strong><\/p>\n

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It grew late and started to darkle.<\/p>\n

I know, I know but I\u2019m feeling<\/em> archaic, OK?<\/p>\n

If I want to go all poetic, I will. If I want<\/p>\n

to go back to the fifteenth century<\/p>\n

that\u2019s my call, alright? If you don\u2019t like it<\/p>\n

I suggest you get out of my poem.<\/p>\n

Anyway, as I was saying, it darkled<\/em><\/p>\n

and somebody told the moon.<\/p>\n

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He came up with the goods. He likes<\/p>\n

a bit of darkling, does the moon.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s right up his street. Just the moon<\/p>\n

and you and me at that door<\/p>\n

where the moths got all confused.<\/p>\n

Afterwards, I sat on the CO\u2019s swivel chair<\/p>\n

and watched them on the monitor<\/p>\n

hurling themselves at the light.<\/p>\n

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Your dark hair was my undoing,<\/p>\n

not to mention your heart.<\/p>\n

Oh your hair was beautiful,<\/em><\/p>\n

as Blondie sang, back in the day<\/p>\n

when she was plain Debbie Harry<\/p>\n

and all the boys in 4G lusted after her.<\/p>\n

If there are shades of black<\/p>\n

yours was the blackest, it was off the chart.<\/p>\n

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Carole Bromley<\/strong>‘s second collection, The Stonegate Devil, <\/em>will be published by Smith\/Doorstop in October. website\u00a0http:\/\/www.carolebromleypoetry.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n

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Thunderhead Light<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Thirty miles of visibility<\/p>\n

makes a window onto<\/p>\n

the shining estuary and<\/p>\n

black mountains beyond<\/p>\n

with charcoal piles of cloud,<\/p>\n

lit through with lightning,<\/p>\n

lightening themselves by<\/p>\n

shedding white sheets of rain.<\/p>\n

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The light is silent : nevertheless it<\/p>\n

howls with energy, with imminence,<\/p>\n

a spotlight on the grey curtains<\/p>\n

that will part and loose the bolt.<\/p>\n

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Oh we are children again,<\/p>\n

safe in the car watching,<\/p>\n

secretly fearful that<\/p>\n

the thunder will come close<\/p>\n

and we will wet ourselves.<\/p>\n

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Vivien Jones\u00a0<\/strong> Her first poetry collection was – About Time,Too<\/em>\u00a0 (Indigo Dreams Publishing\u00a0 in September 2010)\u00a0 In that year she also won the Poetry London Prize.<\/p>\n

She has completed a second short fiction collection on a theme of women amongst warriors – White Poppies<\/em> (2012) 1950s. Her second poetry collection is –\u2018Short of Breath\u2019<\/em> \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

(November 2014 Cultured Llama Press)<\/p>\n

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The Boy Who Flew in His Sleep<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Some nights, my children will not sleep. They fear weightlessness,<\/p>\n

the madness of the sandman, the map a mind might draw when left<\/p>\n

to wander, the sharp turn of a dream, the hot patter of falling stars.<\/p>\n

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I comfort them with warm milk, carry them to my bed, tell them<\/p>\n

the story of this mattress: fibres conjured by engineers to hold<\/p>\n

an astronaut amid the turmoil of incomprehensible space.<\/p>\n

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I watch them sleep beyond my gravity, the flicker of small eyes<\/p>\n

under private paper lids. I think of a boy I knew who walked<\/p>\n

in his sleep, whose wish for wings, the story goes, led him to the roof<\/p>\n

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and over the edge. I swear he\u2019s still afloat the way his dream foretold<\/p>\n

beside that fifth floor window, the breeze rocking him like a cradle.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I think it\u2019s really him. Sometimes I have to pinch myself.<\/p>\n

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Jacqueline Saphra<\/strong>\u2018s first collection, The Kitchen of Lovely Contraptions<\/em> <\/strong><\/a>(flipped eye), developed with the support of The Arts Council of England, was shortlisted for the Aldeburgh First Collection Prize 2011.\u00a0 \u2018Geometry\u2019 appears in The Kitchen of Lovely Contraptions<\/em>.<\/em><\/p>\n

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