Daphne Gloag is the new Featured Writer with her exquisite Cinnamon Press pamphlet How Long is Not Long? And what a huge question that apparently simple title poses. How Long is Not Long is actually a sequence of poems, all exploring the language and narrative of time. Daphne’s poems are intimate meditations centred on loss which, for her, is a bright light she seems to always move through. It is love which transcends time and which is not obliterated by mortality. The poetry is sometimes laid out like a series of gasps, where gaps between words and lines create pauses for thought and accumulate into a series of spaces where words seem inadequate.
I was captivated from the very first poem, On liking time, which combines humour and sadness:
One day we lost time, took
a wrong turning on the way to the station.
Nothing like that here, they said; but at last
we found it in lost property safe and sound.
We breathed again.
Many lines in many poems shortened my breath too: understated, and crafted, these poems ring so light and conversationally for all their depth of thought on the human condition, for all the grief they contain:
…the wood of love I remember always
we walked there xxx counted
magpies in those trees
xxxxxxxxxxx One for sorrow he’d say
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx two for joy
It has been a privilege to have known Daphne for some years and her poems just become more and more powerful . I much enjoyed A Compression of Distances and Beginnings (both also published by Cinnamon Press) which also weave scientific concepts with human experience.
You won’t find much about Daphne on the internet but she is often to be found at London readings and travels indefatigably. I will leave you with this beautiful poem
A dark pile of rocks: once
it was a wall of a house sheltering
minutes, sheltering hours; the hole at its centre,
a window once, gave light to lives.
I peer though that empty space looking
for views of my life. Is there in ruin of rock,
crumbling years, grass with earth showing through?
But now I see nothing beyond the space
except a blue exuberance of light,
the lit sky of the present moment.
Just to add, while on the subject of Time and where does it go…. I have been absent from this blog for a while because of our Australian family visiting us and it proving to be a difficult time with my husband’s ongoing medical issues. I will endeavour to be more organised in future!
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