Some Even More Of Me Poetry

Some Even More Of Me Poetry

 

I am continuing this introduction to my poetry collection with two poems about romantic regret.

Some examples of my work, which I have chosen for these blogs, are favourites of our youngest writer, Simon Jay. An achievement to have your work admired by someone at a vastly different stage of life, and of the opposite sex? I am hoping this bodes well for my goal of attracting a wide audience.

Dead Daffodils was written nearly twenty years ago and was indeed inspired by such a moment as the poem describes. I got into my car after visiting someone in Ealing, and felt this rush of joy as I looked out at the daffodils on a patch of grass nearby. I could not rationalise the feeling. I was not at a very happy place in my life and I am not a great flower lover at the best of times. And then there was the small point of the daffodils being dead! But the joy was alive – and real. I immediately realised why and that here was an opportunity for a poem. So I went home and wrote it.

The photograph frame was not really inspired by so much heartbreak. I had been given a small heart shaped frame by one of my children. I have a lot of framed photographs and did, in those days, keep on the chest by my bed the collection of items as described. I put the empty frame there wistfully hopeful that somebody’s face would one day fill it. But the poem actually came not from romantic longing so much as a dispassionate interest in an empty photograph frame. A fertile theme for any writer.

Immediately as I write this my mind is a-jangle, thinking how many words, subjects or ideas could lend themselves to poetry, a short story, even a novel. As we think of photographs or their frames, what stories could they tell, or could we weave around them?

I have often thought, after writing a longer piece, that maybe it would have been better as a poem. And, very recently, it worked the other way round for me.

I am hoping that, now you have seen four of my poems, that you will be curious to read my whole collection, which began when I was a teenager.

 

Poetry in my books? Well, in Neverland, Brenda tries to write some verse. And in Reasons, there is a very long story – like a short novel – called Lips That Would Kiss. That title, in itself, a tribute to my favourite poet, T.S.Eliot. In there, the heroine, Maggie, has a love of poetry which is possibly her salvation.

 

 

DEAD DAFFODILS

 

Sudden rush of joy

At dead daffodils?

 

The daffodils are Ealing

Ealing is him

Where I last saw him

The feeling is him

 

Now

I must carry it back

Back from him

Back through the place

Back through the daffodils.

 

Back to pure joy

Without him

In me.

 

 

THE PHOTOGRAPH FRAME

 

Bed

Bedside table

Cards, photos

Photos propped up

Photos in frames

 

One frame golden

Heart shaped

Empty

 

No photo

No face

No lover

 

Empty frame

Empty heart

Empty bed

 

Pamela Pickton’s book Neverland is on sale on Amazon now, and on all good ebook websites, and you can also find more about Pamela Pickton’s travails and worldly challenges in her Zitebooks’ collection of short stories, Reasons, also ready to buy on Amazon.