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Foraging
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Foraging

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POETRY

Joy Howard has something to say in her poems about nature, and human nature, and about grief, and time, and memory.

Her combination of tender but acute observation and mordant wit is reminiscent of U.A. Fanthorpe.

These are strong, womanly poems, characterised by the uncluttered vision of a poet who tells her own truth, regardless of whether she is wryly considering the contents of the myth-kitty or looking afresh at earlier anger and later loss.

An engaging simplicity of language and expression gives the whole collection a powerful honesty.

You can rely on these poems; they will not let you down.

Ann Drysdale
LanguageEnglish
PublisherArachne Press
Release dateApr 3, 2020
ISBN9781913665043
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Joy Howard

Joy Howard founded Grey Hen Press, specialising in publishing the work of older women poets, post retirement in 2007. With seven Grey Hen Press anthologies, a chapbook series, and the new imprint Hen Run under her belt, she’s now in her mid-seventies but still waiting to run out of steam. Publications Widely published in anthologies, magazines and journals, and online. Collections: Exit Moonshine (Grey Hen 2009), Refurbishment (Ward Wood 2011).

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    Foraging - Joy Howard

    Constellation

    For Barbara, a retrospective

    Draco appears over the horizon

    flashing her diamonds

    the usual display

    her brightness   her talents

    her ancient and present splendour

    Enter the dragon

    dazzlement

    trust it

    At the Window, Waiting

    Hammershøi / Friedrich

    She stands

    owned by a locked landscape

    snow  trees  mist

    The stillness of eternity

    She dreams

    a green frock  an open window

    a crowding of ship’s masts

    The expectation of love

    Melangell and the Hare

    Small she was so when it

    came to it

    there was no difficulty being

    a hare

    when she leapt she could see

    as high over

    the wall as when she had

    human legs

    so leapt and saw low sun

    picking out

    spear points and angry eyes

    hounds coursing

    in a woman’s skirts she hid

    invincible

    no dog would near her

    and the hunt knelt

    run on

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