Go on, I’ll still be here when you come back. I’ll just do a bit of tidying…
Rachel also has a new book of poems published and I wanted it so, like Paul Simon in his song, “I sent away… and I waited till it came”.
It is such a lovely book, really. I keep it on my desk and pick it up and read a poem or three now and again.
It does me good, I feel.
Here’s a little poem, reproduced with The Author’s kind permission:
I loved you for three weeks
Or maybe longer
It may seem a short love
But it was stronger
Than you might imagine
From its length
Rachel writes stories and songs, she also blogs about her life on the Angus Coast in Scotland. One can’t help feel though, that in her heart, she is a poet. She is also a very accessible poet. The tools of her trade are honesty, forthrightness, humour… and music.
I think it is this latter quality to her writing which draws me in more the most – the sheer musicality of it. I find a song-like quality to many of the poems I have read and many more of them respect and reference the music she has known along her way.
The sisters said it best
I’ve always been
Lost in music
It’s never felt
Like a trap
It’s always felt
Just the right place
To wander loose
Off the track
Here I go now
Lost in music
I’m not sure if
I’ll be back
And don’t go making the mistake of thinking Rachel is a ‘fuddy-duddy up-her-own-arse’ type of a poet either. If her blog is anything to go by, and of course it is, Rachel has lived life to the full. She has had her early wild years of clubbing, DJ ing and God-knows-what else while now she paints an attractive picture of the gently-maturing-parent with the odd dash of irresponsibility thrown in.
Her book is a lovely thing. There’s some more stuff about it here and lots more poems to read (and hear) here. You can (and should) buy the book from here or Amazon.
And then there’s that blog… put in your reader, or bookmark or whatever-the-hell you use, I’d like to bet it won’t come back out anytime soon.
I have sometimes feared that I may suffer from Metrophobia. No, I love big cities, this is actually a fear of poetry.
The Poet-Bloggers I have come to know, over the last while, have helped me get over that. I think it helps me to appreciate the poetry when I see a little of the poets lives and preoccupations set down in their Blog-Posts. It gives me a little context for their work.
Perhaps it means I read their poetry all wrong – making it more about the singer than the song. But at least I’m reading, touching and being touched. That’s a start, eh?
I want to thank some of those Blogger-Poets who have helped me to peek inside the door to their minds.
And most recently - Maguire
And of course, the amazing Jim Murdoch who is the dour miserable old sod with the most glowing, humorous, poetic heart in the whole wide world.
Go and have a look at what they do. If one of them doesn’t touch you, another surely will.
That’s the way it is with poets.