rhythm – Foxglove Journal

You – Daniel Tobias Behan

You are one, whose

lung breathes

new song, of

love beautiful;

dreaming

heart-drum

ever beating the

rhythm-shape of life;

the one whose

ear births

new ways

of hearing me,

here, being with me;

who grows

ever stronger

than ever will I

forever love you.

Daniel Tobias Behan is a London born-and-based poet. From 2017 to 2019, Daniel performed regularly at the London Irish Centre, Camden; in 2018 Daniel was interviewed by the Irish Post as part of their London Calling podcast series, and in 2020 had a short film made of ‘The Visit’ featuring acclaimed actor Nora Connolly and directed by Patrick O’Mahony, was interviewed for Wombwell Rainbow, and commenced a poetry series ‘Findings’ on c hannillo.com.

November 22, 2020 by foxglovejournal Categories: Poetry, UncategorizedTags: birth, body, breath, creative, creativity, Daniel Tobias Behan, dream, forever, hearing, heart, life, London, love, lung, poem, Poetry, rhythm, senses, shape, song, strength, UK, writing Leave a comment

Morning Song – Susan Richardson

Mornings begin with the scratch

and rattle of claws against wood,

chaos seeping with fervor

into the void of night.

He plants his feet reluctantly

onto a floor bathed in the chill

of a disappearing moon,

tails sweeping in and out of

precarious spaces between his ankles.

It is a long walk to the kitchen,

where the hiss of an opening

can awakens a cacophony of hunger,

mingled with chords of impatience.

A spoon clanking against glass sets

the rhythm for notes of anticipation.

He fills the bowls and places

them on the branches of the tree.

Quiet settles into plump warm fullness.

Susan Richardson is living, writing and going blind in Hollywood. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa in 2002 and much of her work focuses on her relationship to the world as a partially sighted woman. In addition to poetry, she writes a blog called “Stories from the Edge of Blindness”. Her work has been published in: Stepping Stones Magazine, Wildflower Muse, The Furious Gazelle, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Chantarelle’s Notebook, Foxglove Journal, Literary Juice and Sick Lit Magazine, with pieces forthcoming in Amaryllis. She was also awarded the Sheila-Na-Gig Winter Poetry Prize.

February 9, 2018February 9, 2018 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: animals, cacophony, chaos, creative, creativity, food, fullness, hiss, hunger, impatience, moon, morning, night, poem, Poetry, quiet, rhythm, senses, song, sounds, Susan Richardson, warmth, writing 4 Comments

Of Wind and Rain – Arlene Antoinette

As he stood looking through the back window

at my english tea roses,

he said he couldn’t tell the difference

between the movement of the flowers

from the wind or from the rain.

How could you not, I replied,

confused by his lack of eyesight and insight.

When my roses are moved by the wind,

they move as one. Pink headed soldiers

lead by a strict drill sergeant,

each unwilling to be called out

for breaking formation

or for being the weak link in the chain.

Eager recruits desiring to satisfy their sergeant’s

every whim.

When my roses are moved by the rain,

each petal dances independently of the others

to the rhythm of the raindrops.

A single drop kissing the petal,

like a passionate lover

toying with his sweetheart’s emotions.

I can almost hear their squeals of delight

floating through the air.

He laughed, saying I was foolish

to have given so much thought

to such an insignificant thing.

I cried, thinking him thoughtless

for ignoring one of the small beauties

of this world.

Arlene Antoinette enjoys writing poetry and flash fiction. More of her work may be found at: Sick Lit Mag, GIRLSENSE AND NONSENSE, Boston Accent Lit and The Ginger Collect.

October 16, 2017 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: air, Arlene Antoinette, colour, creative, creativity, dance, delight, difference, elements, emotions, humanity, insight, kiss, movement, nature, passion, petals, poem, Poetry, rain, rhythm, weather, writing Leave a comment