Wild voices . . . an anthology by women poets and artists

 

It is very exciting to be part of a collection of poems and art by so many women I admire. Thanks to editor (and poet), Caroline Skanne, I have a haiku and three tanka included. The title and theme of “wild voices” was given to us to interpret in any way we chose. I urge those of you who love poetry to purchase a copy of this anthology for yourself and/or for a gift.

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Wild Voices, An Anthology of Short Poetry & Art by Women
edited by Caroline Skanne, February 2017

 

 

 

 

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 Here are my poems that appear in this lovely anthology:

 

 

the softness
of a raspberry
on my tongue…
I remember our long
first kiss

 

 

wild honeysuckle
heady and sweet—
your hold
on me
just as strong

 

 

a softness of spring
flecked with apple blossoms ~
the morning you died
darkness swept in
lost and wild

 

 

 

foxglove—                                                                                
danger hidden
in such beauty

 

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Foxglove, also known as Digitalis purpurea

 

Four Winter Haiku by Mary Kendall

How lovely to find out that Miriam Sagan has posted my Four Winter Haiku on Miriam’s Well.

Miriam Sagan's avatarMiriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond

 
 
night snow
boughs dreaming
of first blossoms
 
 
 
fog filled woods~
even the winter moon
has lost its way
 
 
 
a winter walk
footprints
tell no tales
 
 
 
the blue moon
silently closes the door
upon the year

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First published Poets Online
© 2009 Mary Kendall

Later used as lyrics in “Winter Moon” by Paul Carey, a piece for women’s chorus in 2011.

(Posted on her blog, A Poet in Time, 2015, http://www.apoetintime.com)
 
 
 
 
 
 

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A flurry of poems…

The fall issue of cattails is out at last. Due to a big switch around of editors, the September issue was delayed and is now published in December. What a big issue it is, full of so many poems to read. Many of my favorite poets are in this issue and there are some who are new to me still to be discovered.

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I have two haiku included in this issue:

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first blossoms –
I tell myself this year
will be different

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daybreak …
the birds wake us
song by song

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and a few senryu:

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long yawns …
breathing in
his boredom

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zafu zabuton zazen       zzzzz

 

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plus one tanka:

 

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long ago I heard
the sound of wuthering wind
blowing through the night –
a bleakness so forlorn,
a loneliness bereft of words   

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My thanks to all the editors of cattails for their hard work. I cannot begin to imagine the number of hours it takes to put together something this substantial.

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A selection of haiku…

A lovely surprise today when I found out that eight haiku I wrote were published in the online journal, Under the Bashō 2016, in the Modern Haiku category. I was also fortunate enough to have two one-line haiku also published in the One Line category, plus one in the Poets’ Personal Best category.

My thanks to editors Kala Ramesh, Johannes S.H. Berg and editor-in-chief, Don Baird.

 

The links to the journal:

Modern Haiku category:  http://underthebasho.com/2016-issue/modern-haiku/1798-kendall,-mary.html

One Line haiku category:  http://underthebasho.com/2016-issue/one-line-haiku/1759-kendall,-mary.html

Poets’ Personal Best category:  http://underthebasho.com/2016-issue/one-line-haiku/1759-kendall,-mary.html

 

The poems:

 

Modern Haiku category:

 

hospice –
rubbing lotion
into her still hands

 

bitten nails . . . 
holding the pain
in her hands

 
worry beads –
one by one I parse
your silence

 
nightshade –
the smoothness
of an aubergine

 

lonely night –
even the moon
looks around

 

darkening forest –
a wood thrush
begins to sing

 

chance of a lifetime –
my finger in front
of the lens

 

unable to swallow
childhood memories
rise up

 

 

One Line haiku category:

 

lone tricycle blue in the whirlwind of leaves

 

burnt butter that morning in Provence

 

Poets’ Personal Best:

 

hospice . . .
a glimpse of moonlight
on the bed

                                      The Heron’s Nest – June, 2016   (originally published)

 

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Bare branches . . . (a haiga)

When it rains, it pours, or so the saying goes. This month I feel so fortunate to have so many things included in two of my favorite senryu journals, Failed Haiku and Prune Juice. 

 

This haiga was published in Failed Haiku: A Journal of English Senryu, Volume 1, Issue 11, November 2016. My thanks to Michael Rehling, editor of this fine journal.

 

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I took this photo in Regent’s Park, London, England, in 2015.