Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Countdown: 1 Week until The Year Just Gone (2013)

C.M.’s second volume of collected short works completed, revised and prepared for publication or published in 2013 releases in one week and five days’ time.

Like Remnants to Recent Years, The Year Just Gone consists of short stories, flash fiction and poetry, explorations of fantasy, science fiction, speculation, real-world and real-life commentary, language and word play in general.


Some of the short stories in The Year Just Gone have been released as stand-alone works, as part of An Anthology of Blades, or as both. Rather than buy them one by one, you can find them all in this volume. These stories are:

  • The Soul in the Sword
  • Gulvane and the Dragon
  • Stiletto’s Luck
  • The Reptiles’ Blade
  • Death Comes in Bone




 The rest of this volume consists of flash fiction and poetry, explorations of fantasy, science fiction, speculation, real-world and real-life commentary, language and word play in general.



The Year Just Gone is scheduled for release on June 28, 2014.
Here is a taste of what to expect:



Written on November 4, 2013, for the October 26 entry of 365 Days of Poetry, this piece is in honour of the cherry blossoms that get blown from the trees each year.


Flowers in the wind,
twisting, turning,
a petal flurry
driven sideways,
tossed
in drifts and gusts.
Petal snow
unmelting.
Grass and earth are coated
in summer drifts
of pink
and white.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Sneak Peek 2: The Year Just Gone (2013)



Every year, C.M. Simpson gathers up the short stories, flash fiction and poetry she’s written, published, or prepared for publishing, and puts them into a single volume. This year, there are two volumes. The second volume consists of all the work produced, prepared for publication or published in 2013.

As C.M. explains at the beginning of each volume “poems and short stories form the playground I use to explore ways of putting words on paper to create different effects” and each volume contains a variety of styles and subjects, accompanied by what it was that inspired her at the time. Sometimes, the inspiration comes from elements found in the real world or a combination of elements from the real world.



Written on December 31, 2013, for the December 29 entry of 365 Days of Poetry, this poem started with brown leaves and grew from there.


The leaves are all brown.
The ground they have covered.
The trees stretch skeleton arms
to the sky.

The bare earth is blackened.
The fire has devoured
all that it touched.
Those not swift enough
died.

Come the rains soft and gentle,
come the cloud days
protective,
Green sparks the shoots,
from black earth
and trees.

Green sparks the shoots
from the skeletal
collective.



Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Sneak Peek 1: The Year Just Gone (2013)



Every year, C.M. Simpson gathers up the short stories, flash fiction and poetry she’s written, published, or prepared for publishing, and puts them into a single volume. This year, there are two volumes. The second volume consists of all the work produced, prepared for publication or published in 2013.

As C.M. explains at the beginning of each volume “poems and short stories form the playground I use to explore ways of putting words on paper to create different effects” and each volume contains a variety of styles and subjects, accompanied by what it was that inspired her at the time. Sometimes, the inspiration comes from trying to write a poem in a new genre—in this case, post-apocalyptic.



Written on October 4, 2013 for this anthology, using ‘Virtuality’ as a theme, this poem came to mind in the darkness of a Canberra spring evening.


The cyborg carried a world in its mind’s eye
It carried a way of forgetting
At least while the stories were spun
And when it slept
There were a myriad of eyes to watch
A myriad of invisible beams to keep it safe
But we were content to let it sleep
The longer it rested
The more we could play
In gardens that smelt of growing things
On grass, soft underfoot
Such was the power of its projections
The illusory sensations spun by its memories and the power source within
The holographic projections
Powered by memory
For a long time, it stayed
Letting us enjoy the places of its childhood
For as long as we could keep its powerpack charged
It was a small price to pay
To forget the apocalypse for a while.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Sneak Peek 2: Remnants to Recent Years (1988-2012)



Every year, C.M. Simpson gathers up the short stories, flash fiction and poetry she’s written, published, or prepared for publishing, and puts them into a single volume. This year, there are two volumes. The first volume consists of all the work, C.M. has re-discovered from her early years of writing.

As C.M. explains at the beginning of each volume “poems and short stories form the playground I use to explore ways of putting words on paper to create different effects” and each volume contains a variety of styles and subjects, accompanied by what it was that inspired her at the time. This piece was inspired by warriors returning from war.


Again, I’m not sure where the inspiration came for this poem. It was written on 19 August 2003. I want to dedicate it to the returning servicemen, who deserve to have someone watch for them when they return from war zones. Here’s hoping some of you can finally sleep and wake knowing no harm has come to you or yours.

Now you can sleep,
rest bones grown weary,
rest your mind from thoughts,
from watchfulness,
being wary.

Sleep,
in the knowledge
that your watch will be kept,
that nothing will come undone
because you lay down and slept.

Let our hands hold the weapons.
Let our eyes guard the dark.
Let our ears hark to footsteps
that don’t tread our path

Let us be the watchmen
as you lie down and sleep,
you who have watched for us,
when the dark was most deep.


Monday, May 5, 2014

Sneak Peek 1: Remnants to Recent Years (1988-2012)



Every year, C.M. Simpson gathers up the short stories, flash fiction and poetry she’s written, published, or prepared for publishing, and puts them into a single volume. This year, there are two volumes. The first volume consists of all the work, C.M. has re-discovered from her early years of writing.

As C.M. explains at the beginning of each volume “poems and short stories form the playground I use to explore ways of putting words on paper to create different effects” and each volume contains a variety of styles and subjects, accompanied by what it was that inspired her at the time. This piece was sparked by events in the real world.



This poem was inspired by the eight soldiers who were captured during the Gulf War. They were accused of having left international waters. I cannot recall if they were ever successfully retrieved or returned. This poem was written on 26 June 2004.


Eight men,
paraded on international TV
like a half-dead sparrow
allowed to flutter
while its captor yowls
drawing the attention
of
the world.