Tag: Brittany Hill

‘The Storm’ , by Rainbow Reed

March 31st, 2012

The Storm

“On granite rock,
The woman sat.
Damp hair trickled down her back,
Azure highlights glimmering,
Golden curls shimmering.
Seaweed sparkled; waving wildly
White foam horses rear and pound,
Surging through the rocky mound.
Crashing against the sleeping stone.
Woman sits and
Stares alone.

Black cloud glares,
Fog horn blares,
Lightning screams across the sky.
Green eyes pierce through crushing waves,
As raging waters tumble by,
Swirling through the hidden reef.
Sharp fanged rocks, lurk just beneath.
Hungry for their prey….

Fisherman caught
In the storm.
Spies cast off lover all forlorn.
His heart pounds with fear and shock,
Demon lover clinging to demon rock,
Soaked in sea spray but shining still
Fisherman feels a surging thrill,
Pulls rudder across hard and fast,
Sails moan and flap against the mast.
Fishing boat thrown up and down,
Fishermans’ face creased with frown.

Woman sits in silence
Undertones of
Violence.
Green eyes glowing at her lovers face,
Thinking of happier times and place.
These eyes melt his heart of stone,
How could he have left her all alone?
Fishing boat drops from wave on high,
For a minute caught, seeming to fly.
Then falls and smashes into the foam,
Broken, drifting forever to roam.

Woman smiles and sings her song,
Waiting for another to come along….”

By Rainbow Reed ©2009 http://wickedpoetry.jigsy.com/AboutUs

Thanks to Rainbow for the poem and the site-link. This is the fourth poem in the Poethead New Poetry category. These women writers are mostly published poets who use blogs and multimedia to publish their works. Each writer has allowed me to choose one or two poems for this blog. The poetry comes with a blog or website link to their work and sometimes an image or a bio. Poets published in this category are Teresa Edmond, Brittany Hill , Rainbow Reed and Kitt Fryatt. I would also include some pre-publication tasters by Sarah Clancy and one or two of my own about to be published poems here too.
Experimenting with new poetry on poethead

February 4th, 2012

I have decided to inaugurate a new poetry section on the blog, which will be happening on the first Saturday of every month in the saturday woman poet category of Poethead. The first poem, Nine, by Brittany Hill will be followed in March by another poet’s work. I hope to keep this up until summer, when I will revise and decide whether to continue the section. The rest of the month’s posts will be of the usual blogging and book-talk for those readers who are interested in poetry, and in reading the work and themes of women poets. Thanks to my brave volunteers who have offered their works for the New Poetry space. I may also publish some poetic prose or short pieces of prose, as I have some pieces that are currently homeless.

As I decided to start with poet-bloggers , I’d like to invite anyone who is interested in sharing blog-links or contributing a poem to just add their name in comments. My email contact is c(dot)elizabethmurray(at)gmail(dot)com. I am adding this post to google+ and Facebook. This is an experiment, and I hope to try it for a period of a few months before deciding to retain it wholly.

February’s poet is Brittany Hill , Nine , by Brittany Hill
‘Nine’, by Brittany Hill

February 4th, 2012

Nine

She hides her heartache with a touch of wine.
She drinks the red, not white, its hearty taste;
And tells the world, her friends, that she is fine,

But knows that her expression can’t confine
The fact that she is dying: life’s a waste.
She hides her heartache with a touch of wine,

It glosses over pain, makes her eyes shine
So brightly you can see her soul make haste
To tell the world, her friends, that she is fine.

But then she fights herself crosses the line;
Rebels against the womb; expanding waist.
She hides her heartache with a touch of wine,

Convinced the child inside her, “Isn’t mine.”
She prays and says her next life she’ll live chaste;
She tells the world, her friends, that she’ll be fine.

But now she’ll have to wait these long months: nine–
The child inside her causing bitter taste.
She hides her heartache with a touch of wine,
And tells the world (herself) that she is fine.

© Brittany Hill

Brittany Hill is a graduate of Fairfield University with a BA degree in Psychology and a minor in English and is now pursuing her MFA in Poetry at Fairfield. She was an associate editor of Dogwood: A Journal of Poetry and Prose. She was also part of Fairfield University’s Poetry by Stealth initiative, which was comprised of the best poets on Fairfield University’s campus.

Thanks to Brittany Hill for the poem , some of her poetry is available at this link

Tag: Brittany Hill

‘The Storm’ , by Rainbow Reed

The Storm

Experimenting with new poetry on poethead

‘Nine’, by Brittany Hill

Nine