Reviews below:
Gordon Meade, The Year of the Crab, published by Cultured Llama,
and Morelle Smith, Shaping the Water Path, published by diehard
Gordon Meade Morelle Smith
Gordon Meade
The Year of the Crab. Cultured Llama, 2017 £10
Review by Sally Evans
Gordon Meade, the Scottish poet, who spent some years working near London, has been a good while known for his succinct, witty and wry poems about birds and animals, in books such as A Man at Sea, The Private Zoo, and A Singing Bestiary. The last was published with drawings by artist Douglas Robertson, by Cultured Llama, the publishers who have produced this new book. It is an entirely new departure in poetry for its author, as he deals with his encounter with cancer. The main message of this book, both explicit and implicit, is that writing used properly can get you out of trouble.
If you overcome cancer you are a winner, not merely a survivor, argues Meade in one of his poems. Using the craft he has learned writing of birds and animals, he firmly and gracefully describes a whole range of effects of cancer on his life: how the doctors did or didn’t interact with him, how he felt, how he determined to beat it by reading and writing. The poems refer to various gurus including Eve Ensler and Plath. ‘1) Why have you got cancer. 2) Do you want to live?’ Is the header quote in one poem. His reading of cancer is not medical so much as confrontational. Writers who have overcome cancer and dealt with it repay our attention as we follow his poems.
Meade’s other major tactic is to retreat to his homeland in Scotland, to a house with a view of the ocean (important in his use of seabird poetry) and with his wife and daughter there. All these things are strengths to him.
The poems are varied – cancer is not a narrow field. One of the first poems is about an apricot. Woodpeckers, the sea and sleep quickly follow. (‘I have decided not to sleep at all’). Meade sometimes refers to the illness as ‘The Crab’ or ‘Mr C’ but usually these poems are straight talking. We are often at the consultants’ desks, not often comfortably, but we also consider the Ferryman (Charon) and even Shackleton and Scott, in poems that add depth and actual excitement to the experience of cancer.
There are three sections: St Bartholomew, basically referring to his time in London, St Monans, his coastal hometown in Fife, and Ninewells, the name of the Dundee hospital. All the sequencing has been done very carefully and the last poem, Autumnal, stands on its own and invigorates us with a view of the sea.
Poetically the book is mature and sound. In its theory and approach, it has relevance for everyone involved with cancer – surely a majority of readers, when friends or relatives are hit by the disease. I cite the circumstance that while I was reviewing this book and had it on a table in my bookshop while writing it up, my attention was turned to something else for a moment, during which time a customer snapped up the book and made off with it. I had to obtain another copy to complete my reading. I would certainly not have left it half read. Sally Evans
Morelle Smith
Shaping the Water Path. diehard, 2017 £5
Review by Geraldine Green
I enjoy poems of travel and place. I also enjoy prose poetry. On opening this collection I discover on the Contents page that this collections contains both.
It’s always a little tricky, describing prose poem, a slippery genre between poetry and prose. I like that slipperiness! I applaud it! And enjoy the overlap between poetry, prose, poetic prose, prose poetry. So it was with great pleasure that I travelled with this skilful writer, sharing her journeys inner and outer.
Let me start with an extract from Chester Morning Orchestra
The yellow beech leaves quiver.
One jackdaw flies off.
One rattles its wings,
One hops to another branch.
One yellow leaf falls, circles,
spins down to earth.
Hunched birds, waiting.
The poet deftly sets up anticipation in the reader. For what are they waiting?
Then, through the streets of pink stone and red brick,
swings the sunlight.
It riffles the spires of cathedral and church,
like the strings of an instrument,
tuning the morning.
The jackdaws fly off, into song.
It’s a beautiful interweaving of birds, trees, buildings of brick and stone, captured beautifully in this poem, all waiting for sunrise and light to draw them awake.
There are certain recurring images and ideas running through this collection: bridges, parallel roads, mirrors, reflections, thresholds – the liminal places and times where we slip from one world into another. Morelle Smith, I feel, understands these ‘thin worlds’ that parallel our own. Here’s an example from On the Kennett and Avon Canal:
This is the threshold, this is the world’s way, stone at your sides, you are sheltered, supported, your feet are the wings of your passage through distance and tall grass. The world has its wonders, remember us, stones at the entranceway, marking the path that leads to the river.
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This unceasing flow that catches us, tumbles us as though we are stones waiting to be polished by the energy of light and water, is captured with great sensitivity, delicacy and strength of language in Smith’s fine collection.
I’ll leave you with an extract from Kilcreggan Ferry
A thin rope ties it to the wooden jetty.
The sun shines, out of reach of clouds.
The beach is pebbles, grey and rounded,
warm to the touch.
The sun has the whole estuary to itself,
fingers water, turns stones inside out,
revealing their true colours.
Geraldine Green, 3.8.2017
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