Today’s FM is another quality contribution by Sarah James, who reflects on the power and tricks of camera and light: on your vision and mind.
Sarah James also supplied the accompanying photo, so it’s double thanks to Sarah for creating and sharing this post.
The Photo Album
patterns of colour
shapes, contrast, image reversed
…in the camera’s neat frame
thin sheet of moon paper
reversed mind order, shape-shift
of time’s unkind frost
memories eyes lost
This poem was inspired by Marc Latham’s mind time in the Rainbow Valley; in Australia’s Northern Territory on the border with South Australia. That was while writing up the Werewolf of Oz.
Marc Latham was just going to scoot through at first, but then got caught up in the valley, and found out a bit about rainbows while there.
When he realised that green was in the middle of the seven colour Newtonian rainbow spectrum (there are other theories too) and there was an anagram of ROY G BIV to remember it he thought it fitted nicely into the Folding Mirror format.
What follows is not the greatest poetic opus ever, or probably even ever by Marc Latham, but he quite enjoys its aesthetics, and hopes you do too.
He also hopes it’ll help him and you remember the formation; unless you already know ROY well of course.
I read some good news yesterday: the On The Road movie, which many people doubted would ever get made, has been filmed and is due out within the next year or so.
On the Road film
It also looks as if there is a good production team, including Francis Ford Coppola.
I was pleased, and not too surprised, to read that Sam Riley is playing the role of Sal Paradise in it; Kerouac’s alter ego.
Sam Riley and 10,000 Things
I first saw Riley on stage in Leeds, when he was fronting a band called 10,000 Things. They were good, and looked likely to make it, but their first album had a bad review and they split up. Riley returned to acting.
I thought that was a bit of a coincidence: the singer from the best Leeds band I’ve seen playing the role of the character that had been my biggest travel inspiration.
Johnny Depp and Rock City Angels
And then today I had another surprise when I read that Johnny Depp, who I’ve always thought of as cool, and who has acted in some of my favourite films, such as Dead Man, used to be in a band called Rock City Angels that I knew in the 1980s, but didn’t know Depp was in them. I was travelling at the time, and picked up the album on the road.
Anyway, I thought I’d make the two coincidences into a Folding Mirror poem, and here it is:
Two Days When My Cultural Worlds Collided
English actor, American poet
one afternoon before
Sam Riley’s playing Sal Paradise
On The Road
10,000 Things to Kerouac
Leeds band and Beat writer
music, films, literature
cultural exchange across the spiritual big pond
past, present, future,
Hollywood star and Romantic poet
Depp played William Blake
in Dead Man
was Rock City Angel guitarist
one became aware
American actor, English poet
Today we have a mermaid poem by Denise Margaret Hargrave that combines idyllic scene-setting words with an environmental message . The poem was recently published in A Mermaid’s Tale of Xanadon’t and Other Poems, which is the latest in Wendy Webb’s mermaid series, and features poems by Wendy Webb and guests.
Thanks to Denise for creating and sharing the poem, and Wendy and Anne Mullender for helping to make it available here. Enjoy!
she sprang like
a dolphin, and
turquoise in the ether,
an otherworldly being,
waves of golden hair tumbling down
in halcyon light, hallowed
and haloed. ‘Save our seas,’
she said. ‘Save our seas.’
Then with a swish
of her tail
This new Folding Mirror poem looks at how we often judge others but expect people not to do the same with ourselves.
We often expect people to see through our behaviour to the core, where there is goodness, and our best side.
But a lot of the time, for whatever reason, and this is totally a part of what makes us human, we also let our bad sides out: sometimes it’s just an urge to be wicked, as the drinks advert celebrates; or some kind of power/greed trip, or family and social histories or pressures.
Some people realise this and try to limit it, or make amends with hindsight, while others just think they have a right to negative actions that impact unfairly upon people, and continue to act that way all their lives without apology.
I Can See Through You, Why Don’t People Understand Me
I know everything about you
from what you present
clothes, words, demographics,
what identifies you
at the core
but nobody gets me
labelled, slurred, ignored,
my life decoded negative
Y am I always misunderstood
Today we have an epic palindromic Folding Mirror poem by regular FM poet, Claire Knight, that was inspired by scenic seasonal photos taken and shared by another poet that has also graced this site with words, Sarah James.
Thanks to Claire and Sarah for creating and sharing the images and interpretations, and I hope you enjoy viewing and reading them.
A Winter’s First Light
first light of day
breathes gently across
the laden skies of winter,
a duvet of swans’ down clouds,
masking a sun-rich blue void beyond.
Poles and pylons rise towards the heavens,
reflected pink hues dance light,
a veil of stillness descends:
as above so below
silent wires cross the expanse of silence
a universe at one:
a veil of stillness lingers,
reflected pink light dances hues,
poles and pylons rise from the earth.
Masking a life-rich black land beneath,
a blanket of pure crystal snow.
The hidden furrows of winter –
breath chilly across
frost glinting by day.
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