Post-weekend Poetry 138: Eidos by Samantha Connolly

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirty-eighth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Connolly.

Eidos by Samantha Connolly

Hello, I say.

Acknowledgement that she exists,

unexpected now, unwanted after long denial.

I persist.

 

park 992384I gesture to the park we stand before.

We see it through our window, she and I.

A throng of lives, of living, noise and movement,

weather changes, felt by those outside.

 

She remains beside me, silent,

staring or unseeing I cannot tell.

I turn. Through my fear I turn.

I face her now; her eyes an iridescent screen,

pale lips opening; her keen

 

Hello, I say, again,

my voice is scratching at the air,

I am afraid, too afraid to hold her stare.

 

But still I try.

Hello, I say; hello?

Rain now hitting at the glass,

along the pane its coiling flow.

Defeated, keening ceasing,

casts her eyes down.

Chill prickles me. Warmth shivers me.

Hello, she says. Hello.

*

I asked Samantha what prompted this piece and she said…

I was standing by the window at home looking out towards the park and it was raining. I was alone indoors and the house was silent and I felt suddenly lonely, as my husband was away for the weekend and I hadn’t made any social plans. Eidos came to me then. Minds work in mysterious ways?!

And don’t we love it. Thank you Samantha.

Samantha holds a degree in English Literature with Film Studies from Kingston University, London, which she gained at age 30. Since then she has spent the last nine years writing seriously, having undertaken a fiction writing module via Open University and completed her first young adult fantasy novel, The Sister Worlds.

Samantha began telling stories from a young age, hiding herself away for an hour or so here and there while she spun her tales, living by her imagination (as much as possible within the bounds of reality!) whilst growing up. She began writing the odd poem during her teens, but it wasn’t until her late twenties whilst at university that she understood her true love for writing.

Her tastes are eclectic, not only in her own writing, but in the form and genre of the writing of others. She is inspired by Virginia Woolf and Christina Rossetti, amongst many others, including the work of Jane Austen, Philip K. Dick, Ellen Miller, Margaret Atwood and Zeruya Shalev. She has most recently been drawn to the work of Abraham Verghese. Her love for the magical and fantastical in fiction is relentless; she has particularly enjoyed the work of Suzanne Collins and Veronica Roth in this respect, and once studied Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep in relation to Ridley Scott’s film Blade Runner. Samantha also has a strong interest in human relationships and mental health, and a love for the innocence of young children and the life and hope they instil in tired-out grown-ups.

With experience as an editor, proofreader and researcher, Samantha is well accomplished and finds this useful when writing and, of course, editing her own work.

Her proofreading and editing experience comprises a website research and editing project for the charity Re-Cycle, the proofreading and editing of a website story – also for Re-Cycle – together with the editing of their August and September newsletters; also a novel, short story, and flash fiction piece for author Elizabeth Los, a novel excerpt for author & translator Jasmine Heydari, and the website area and biographies for global broadcast production company Clean Cut Media Ltd. She has also draft written for the Facilities section of Clean Cut Media Ltd’s website. Samantha has read and edited various documentation including minutes, website material, presentations and more, as part of her administrative background.

Samantha has work published to include various poetry, short stories, blogs and articles, and she previously ran a creative writing group on a voluntary basis for Mungos charity.

She is currently writing her second novel and working on a series of children’s books for illustrator Ella Parry. She regularly writes fiction pieces both for her own website, and to be entered into various competitions.

If you would like to contact Samantha, you can do so via her website http://inkfeatherpen.wix.com/inkspiredwrite.

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Post-weekend Poetry 130: Saudade by Samantha Connolly

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirtieth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Connolly.

Saudade

library 654616The ground floor windows are reminiscent of the library

Where they met.

Should be a reason not to choose the place –

should be.

And yet…

 

The same dark stained wood and mosaic tile around the glass

‘Bela’, you used to say as you ran your finger along the grain.

 

The day outside is splashed with water,

crystal clear and cold and dripping.

Dew still on the grass and leaves

No breeze.

Bright, high sun.

It stirs something inside her.

A dull grey falls on the hush of the house.

She hears their laughter.

*

I asked Samantha what prompted this piece and she said…

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Post-weekend Poetry 129: Living by Gboyero Felix

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-ninth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Gboyero Felix.

Living

fun 921534Uncertainty as it’s defined

Warlock in its dismay

Living seems odd all the day

Just as the beautiful lady experiences senescence

It’s started well at dawn

But flux on noon day

Waxed further to disdain night

All seems not worthy to live for

But living we shall live it

A question yet define is living….

Its authenticity gurps as a chameleon…

*

I asked Gboyero what prompted this piece and he said…

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Post-weekend Poetry 128: A Frozen Heart That Could Be Mine by Samantha Wilcox

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-eighth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Wilcox.

A Frozen Heart That Could Be Mine

frozen heart 898289A frozen heart that could be mine

I don’t look

So I don’t find

Sodden trampled leaves beneath me

Slick brown glistening branches beat me

Fast of tread as wind whips chest

Seeking out what isn’t there to take

Buried deep amongst the tissues, vessels,

Bloody secrets twisted, nestled

A shout behind me in the dark

My name, his voice a question mark

I tried. Time and again, I tried

Slow as moments lost at sea

Fast as lifetimes unseen pass

The flow of warmth was chilled to ice

As broken arteries perhaps. I tried

I could not love you

I cannot love. Too tired to try again

A frozen heart that could be mine?

But nothing answers me this time around

And so the ground

Awaits me.

*

I asked Samantha what prompted this piece and she said…

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