Marie Marshall

Author. Poet. Editor.

Tag: poetry

Will we see ‘Sonnetto Poesia’ again?

Shortly after I posted this item, I heard from the Editor-in-Chief that he had decided against the re-launch mentioned below. That’s his prerogative, and I respect his decision.
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Well, it has been some time since the last print copy of Sonnetto Poesia was seen. Officially the magazine closed more than a year ago, but of course the editorial team has been involved in producing The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes anthology, which is due out in June. But the whisper now is that the magazine may well be re-launched on line. It’s early days, but I’ll let you know for definite as I get more news – probably by late July.

Meanwhile, what would readers want from a magazine devoted to a traditional verse form like the sonnet? Where does formal verse stand in the twenty-first century? As you know, I cut my teeth on formal verse – it gave me an appreciation of technical power in poetry and has informed my writing of free and experimental poetry – and I regard the Chinese walls between styles of poetry as being unhelpful and in need of demolition. Is it a contradiction, therefore, for me to be involved with and concerned about publications dedicated solely to one poetic form?

I would be interested to hear your views.

M.

Love is pleasin’

lovers

New words to an old folk tune.
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   Oh love is pleasin’ and love is teasin’
Love is a treasure when first it’s new,
But as it grows older so love grows colder
And fades away like the morning dew.

When I was much younger I had a hunger
To drink my life from a lovin’ bowl.
My world is now stranger, I see the danger
To all who hazard their heart and soul.
I left my dear father, I left my mother,
I left my birthplace and childhood home.
I kept both my eyes on some grey horizon,
And far away let my footsteps roam.

   Oh love is pleasin’ and love is teasin’
Love is a treasure when first it’s new,
But as it grows older so love grows colder
And fades away like the morning dew.

Recallin’ a maiden – my memory’s fadin’ –
I broke my vow that we’d never part.
She begged me to stay but I roved away,
And more than my vow, broke a faithful heart.
Recallin’ a lady in woodland shady,
Stealin’ a kiss while she lay asleep;
I was but a dream though, not what I seemed,
And left her cruelly to mourn and weep.

   Oh love is pleasin’ and love is teasin’
Love is a treasure when first it’s new,
But as it grows older so love grows colder
And fades away like the morning dew

So pull back the covers, reveal my lovers,
Show me my fruitless and wasted life,
Show me the heartache and bitter heart-break,
Many  a promise but never a wife!
Wherever the wind blows, through open windows,
I pass away like a dyin’ song;
But don’t you be grievin’ because I’m leavin’,
That’s been my way my whole life long.

   Oh love is pleasin’ and love is teasin’
Love is a treasure when first it’s new,
But as it grows older so love grows colder
And fades away like the morning dew.

© Marie Marshall 2010

Phoenix update

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The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes, the 21st century’s first major anthology of sonnets, is due for launch in June. More precise details when I get them…

Herpetoglossia

I just made that word up. The neologisms just keep on coming…

(On reading the comments below, probably herpetolalia is just as good…)

Editing

fish

I am not a fish is now on the last stages of editing, and I should know the publication date soon. Meanwhile a short passage has been reinserted in a key scene in Lupa; its absence doesn’t spoil the book (if you have a copy already), but I’m relieved to restore an emotional dimension to the scene in question. Editing and revision of a written work are not necessarily closed processes…

More news of the Phoenix

© Describe Adonis Press

© Describe Adonis Press

At the suggestion of the Editor-in-Chief, Richard Vallance, and with the agreement of the others on the editorial team, I will be credited as ‘Deputy Editor’ when the anthology is eventually published. I am honoured.

A reminder about the Aval-Ballan Poetry Competition

(c) Lesley Haycock

(c) Lesley Haycock

Just a reminder for all writers of poetry that this competition is still very much live, and that there is room for your entry. Click the painting above to go to the competition web site.

M

‘Powm!’

Ginsberg Orlovsky

A ‘powm’ – with or without exclamation mark – is a poem that punches above its weight. Not every day you get to read a new word.

M.

Tantalising glimpses…

… of some of the illustrations…

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… contained in the sonnet anthology…

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The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes

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… due to be published later this year.

I have a number of sonnets in the anthology, and have been working as part of the editorial team since this project was started by Describe Adonis Press, Canada. You may be curious as to how someone could with fairness both edit and contribute; the answer is that poems by members of the editorial team were subject to the same anonymous selection process as poems by other contributors. The result will be a fine anthology, I believe, containing poetry by some of the new century’s most interesting practitioners in the form. The web page for the anthology is here, and will be up-dated with publication news as and when it is available.

Readers who know my recent work will know that I seldom write formal poetry these days. However, I generally ignore the ‘Chinese walls’ between the various modes, school, whatevers of poetry. That’s just my way…

News from ‘Winter Words’

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© Bookseeker Agency

Deep winter in the Highlands of Scotland, with a foot of snow gradually starting to thaw as our changeable weather takes another swing. In the town of Pitlochry, at their famous Festival Theatre, the annual Winter Words literary festival is under way. I have just heard that my poem ‘Beatrice the rat tells Mr. Coelacanth about the Wisecrack city elves’ (from my soon-to-be-published collection I am not a fish) was premiered at their ‘Poetry Please’ event. Also I am once again amongst the winners of their ‘Fearie Tales’ competition for tales of the supernatural, and my ghost story ‘On the Platform’ will be read out during the final weekend of the festival. There are plenty of other interesting events at the festival too. Can you make it?