Re Issue – What a Dog Sees

Photography, Poetry, Re Issue

reflected-dog

Photograph – Copyright Dan Wesker 2010

What a Dog Sees

in a puddle of water
is not just his reflection
but the barks of other dogs

their yelps falling
in new rain
splashing a dance
in pre-breakfast air

sees
other paws muddy with joy
off leash

then tilts his wet nose 

towards sky
and buildings

some have bad people in them
they do not feed his brothers
and steal the wag
from happy tails

what a dog sees
are the circles
walked
by those on two legs

lack of courage
over cooked meals
unanswered telephones

so much water
and the memory of almost drowning
in his puppy paws

head cocked his ears
a net to capture
all this human chatter

and wonders what this world
would want
with all this talking


Poem – Copyright Naomi Woddis 2010

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Picture This – Ingrid Andrew ‘Cusp’

Photography, Picture This Project

Many exceptional writers have responded to a portfolio of my recent photography for a project called Picture This. I am overwhelmed by the beautiful work I’ve received. I have also worked with photographer and film-maker Craig Thomas, on a short film entitled Still Life, containing a selection of these images.

Ingrid Andrew is a multi-talented artist. Her poem below is a delicate and beautifully observed narrative of seasonal change.

Ingrid is an artist, poet and singer songwriter living in London.


Cusp

Yesterday;
morning.

From leaden skies;
a flurry of snow flakes
that do not settle.

The cold
creeps up our sleeves.

By afternoon;
a blue and silver sky,
with ice white clouds.

That evening, walking home,
the snow is sprouting
crystalline
from the pavements,
thickening on car bonnets and windows.

The little, beloved tree
at the rise of our road,
is frosted coral.

This morning
back garden fences
alight with lichen green;
February trees conduct
sunshine along
their still branches.

A blackbird and a jay
sit companionably together;

survey
the scene.

Picture This – Pauline Sewards ‘Hinge’

Photography, Picture This Project, Poetry

Many superlative writers have responded to a portfolio of my recent photography for a project called Picture This. I am overwhelmed by the beautiful work I’ve received. I have also worked with photographer and film-maker Craig Thomas, on a short film entitled Still Life, containing a selection of these images.

The original premise of this project was to look at both intimate detail and repetition. I must admit to being a little excited that today’s photograph also inspired a poem earlier in the project. Pauline Sewards’ piece marries with the image perfectly, even its structure mirrors the simple geometry of door, hinge, wood and brick.

Pauline lives and works in London.

hinge

eyes closed finger tips listen
smooth caramel of old wood
fine smoke splinter free a
made world, measured lick
of a sharp pencil tools fitted
to curved palms ruminations
of bees and thunder sharp
light whistle of silence opening

Picture This – Donall Dempsey ‘Ivy’

Photography, Picture This Project, Poetry

Many magnificent writers have responded to a portfolio of my recent photography for a project called Picture This. I am overwhelmed by the beautiful work I’ve received. I have also worked with photographer and film-maker Craig Thomas, on a short film entitled Still Life, containing a selection of these images.

Dónall Dempsey is a marvellous writer and performer. He has that rare skill of summoning up deep feelings in his audience as well as injecting his work with much needed humour. His haiku below is a perfect match for the photo, I will never look at the ivy in my garden the same way again !

Ivy

Jailbreak!
Ivy caught in the spotlight
attempts to scale the wall.

Picture This – Dorothy Fryd ‘Pots’

Photography, Picture This Project, Poetry

Many talented writers have responded to a portfolio of my recent photography for a project called Picture This. I am overwhelmed by the beautiful work I’ve received. I have also worked with photographer and film-maker Craig Thomas, on a short film entitled Still Life, containing a selection of these images.

Dorothy Fryd’s poetry is spectacular and original. She’s the sort of writer that introduces me to seeing the world in a whole new way with every word she writes. Not least in the poem below which is rich with an alerting juxtaposition of images.

Dorothy works for the School of English at Kent University as a Creative Writing Lecturer. Her poetry and fiction has been published in Magazines, Anthologies and Competitions such as The Rialto, BRAND Literary Magazine, Forward Press, Momaya Press, Educating Kenyan Orphans, WordAid (Children in Need Anthology) and Spilling Ink Review.

Pots

For now they stay furled, unfixed.
before blossom
ready for tricky, unstable youth;

which axil, which bulb, which culture.

This is small reincarnation;
young solicitors, young whorling snippings,
weathered by recycled motes

flying off / falling in.

They sleep in their elders’ beds;
so long ago bloomed,
like dead saints or dead planets,

whimpered out.