Tag: Gillian Prew
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‘Sequence after Celan’ by Gillian Prew
Sequence after Celan 1 Spring: trees flying up to their birds where the sun is the seeds are freed their small sound a wound like death watercoloured and open each foliated lung with its breathing understory the climb of springtime into the loud light sky filled with dove-coloured words 2 the climbed evening is thick […]
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“Sequence in Green” and other poems by Gillian Prew
Sequence in Green (i) breaths Like in lights/breaths the woodwind song meets the trees. A green growth/ a rush of roots/ birds. Summer-swell/the flowered edges of day breaking. (ii) buds Hills of green shadow and butter-gorse. The dead made of dry stalks with all their buds inside them. (iii) bones Green lifts and stitches-in Perfumes/ […]
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Review: A Wound’s Sound by Gillian Prew
A Wound’s Sound by Gillian Prew 62 pages Published by Oneiros Books in 2014 Cover Art by Matt Sesow This poem This poem has blood in its ears/ it is being hauled up by a hook/ it is losing consciousness This Poem is by Gillian Prew Gillian Prew’s recent publication A Wound’s Sound […]
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Poetry: “restlessly, driven by leaves” by Gillian Prew
“restlessly, driven by leaves.” after a line by Rilke Leaf-sound/sea-sound/bird-sound/ shoved places of air – pockets of autumn/natural languages. * The scuffed water/the swinging fruits/the ruffled gulls – wind with its throat open. * The soaring cold barks at windows like a kept-out dog whines through the small spaces/slows the old. * And in cold’s […]
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‘Fragments from Noticing’ and ‘Edge/Untitled’ by Gillian Prew
Fragments from Noticing i The wick, uprooted/ left of light – ice-shawl thawing to the leaf-ends dissolves to the rain/ the rain’s bloom. ii Wet-edge/wet-air lifts the birds dampening to the rim of cloud quietly. iii Not-evening/ a dimming seam behind the treeline/rising a black whir of crows. […]
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A Gentle Nihilism: Throats Full of Graves by Gillian Prew
A gentle nihilism; on reading of Throats Full of Graves by Gillian Prew. Published Lapwing Publications, Belfast 2013. My first instinct about naming this reading of Gillian Prew’s poetic-work was to entitle it requirements for poetry. I wanted to focus on what happens to the reader when she approaches a book of poetry that is minimal in its intent, […]
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