Poetry Book on its way!

 

Above is a sneak peek of the art works in response to my latest poetry book project – Illuminations: 19 Poems and 1 Story.

This is a collaboration between Gumbootspearlz Press and  IVI Designs.

It features several meaningful art works in a doodle style by Ruha and Minaira Fifita and 19 poems and 1 story, by June Perkins.

‘The incredible intuitiveness of June Perkins takes the reader on a flight through spirituality, art, illumination and meditation in this insightful gathering of poetry and story. If we allow our spirit to soar to the heights she beckons, we might all reach new beginnings and destinies. Permit the magic of ‘The Artist’s Riddle’ and ‘Dust’, just as an entree, to glide you into the ‘Slipstream’ of what may lie beyond your own consciousness. Her ‘fragrant words’ beckon and invite you to embrace everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more. So become you, become your reality and become enlightened. Join her on this journey and see where it takes you’

Matilda Elliot, Editor of Illuminations.

 

More news soon!  This book is in production and is my gift to the Bicentenary of the Birth of the Bab.

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From Prose to Poetry: Reinventing ‘The Bubble’ part 2: Morning Vignettes

Blowing Bubbles, by June Perkins

 

Before applying some ideas from yesterday, I decided

‘The Bubble’ needed to be examined for its observational strengths.

I took a different approach by trimming excess words and shaping them into stanzas.

Then I did a little bit of work on developing the bubble metaphor.

I added a new title  ‘Morning Vignettes.’

I am also thinking about ‘bubbles’ of memory such as in the photograph above in this post.

 

Draft 2 # The Bubble

 

Morning Vignettes

 

Lavender princess chats to her sister.

Mother, whose vigil is her third child

the baby in her pram, turns around to

makes sure they haven’t disappeared. 

Her protective gaze surrounds them

a bubble of protection

that could be broken.

 

School boys with ruffled shirts

caps tilted sideways

soft drinks in hand, call…

‘John, Josh…’

Friendship is their shield

and their challenge.

Their bubble is boisterous and loud.

 

Girls, with pony tailed hair

this is the school rule

when it is past the shoulders,

are glued to mobile phones.

They glance down

achieve morning equilibrium

in walking side by side.

There’s no outward indication

they are friends.

 

A young man strolls alone

muttering

to himself something of importance,

in his own bubble.

Walk, mutter, walk, mutter.

Inside his bubble is safety and beauty

no matter how it seems from the outside.

 

Two school children

pat a dog under a tree. 

Who is around to take him home?

The dog is in the bubble of their love.

He will have to break it when they go to class.

 

A group of friends gather around a Dad

or is it a granddad with a prammed child. 

They are chatting, and as one leaves,

he calls a question,

 ‘Are you alright then?’

Later, he will be there on school pick up

to catch any tears.

 

Rainbow coloured

students in a circle

play hand ball.

 

Other walkers

remember their school days and

how they wore their hats. ‘We had to wear our hats everywhere.

They protected us from the sun.’

 

Someone says, ‘Good morning,’

to everyone she passes, and smiles,

She pops all the bubbles

to connect and then floats on . . .

in her bubble.

 

By June Perkins

 

Next time I will work with the sonic qualities of the poem, its metre, and keep developing the metaphors.

I will think about which characters to keep in the poem and if I want to limit the narrative perspective or think about a character for the narrator.

 

Leave the Lonely Island

 

Leave the lonely island
Leave its hate
Leave its difficulties
And all its shores behind

Pick up
A stone of love
A stone of peace
A stone of hope
Throw a stone of mercy

Wrap them in a
Paper of compassion
Paper of justice
Paper of steadfastness
Papers telling the truth

Swallow loneliness
Swallow disconnection
Swallow shadows
So they leave this world

Spit out the barbed wire
Push down the guarded walls
Put up to
Keep the people out

Cut through the grass
Of misconceptions
of colour, religion and race that
History has grown long

Scissor your soul free
with all the suffering you have seen
Build soul force
Sail past all that becalms
the soul

Now
Rise, rise, rise up
Fly, fly up, fly on..

Let freedom become ….
Let freedom ring
Let freedom sing
Let freedom be

(c) June Perkins, inspired by Martin Luther King, I have a Dream speech.

A Cry of Art

Image Credit: Milada Vigerova

Whose Broken Window is a Cry of Art

Whose name do I speak when thinking of the
Broken, but the brother I lost
Window to his childhood
Is a photograph
A portal for mother and father who
Cry for this young man
Of bravery and beauty – crushed, then separated from the
Art of his life

**

Wondering whose
broken
brother is at the window
She is
a
grieving cry
of
life becoming art.

By June Perkins inspired by Gwendolyn Brooks.

 

Acrostic combined with Golden Shovel poem. 

This one inspired by Boy Breaking Glass

For more on a Golden Shovel Poem

See also Inventing a Form to Honour Gwendolyn Brooks

 

The Postage Stamp

How could you have known that one day
you’d be immortalized on a stamp
that proclaims you
forever poet
always remembered.

Bounced between homes
living in spaces
with people breaking
wings snapping
realities clashing
and disintegration of
insight surrounding.

Outwardly low physical vision
thick spectacles to assist
but sports will always be difficult
yet inwardly sharp global vision
emerging and blossoming
from the heart of poems.

Peeling back their layers
they are explorations and journeys
much more than African American
yet firmly giving voice to this voiceless.

You speak to me across forever
and I have much to learn of
this same art and faith
we both hold dear.

(c) June Perkins