Category Archives: flight

Swift touches

Prowling baton points
Rifling air in appetite,
Yaw sickle curves,
Feathering down
Sinewed barley scallops,
Tipping perception,
As light and sure
As questioning
Fingertips.

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MacGuffin: a self-publishing platform for fiction and poetry

Last week I had a look at a platform call MacGuffin that not-for-profit Manchester based publishers Comma Press are hosting.  Comma Press have a wide range of publishing initiatives as part of their Arts Council ‘National Portfolio Initiative‘.

MacGuffin is basically a very stripped back blogging platform offering a simple self-publishing resource for short story writers and poets. Every story or poem published on MacGuffin is presented both as a text, and as an audio recording. It’s therefore aimed, in part, at bringing together audiences that like to be read to with authors who enjoy reading aloud (I suppose there must be some people who don’t!). I think that it is ‘early days’ for the platform, which could perhaps usefully develop one or two additional features (playlists, perhaps?) without sacrificing it’s pleasingly sparse format, but it’s an interesting idea.

Schiehallion montageAs a test, I joined and added a walking poem called ‘The Fairy Hill‘ from a little while ago, extending the soundtrack to include some notes about the poem.  It was all very easy and there is lots of helpful advice about recording audio if you’re new to this. One thing I found awkward was that I couldn’t see how to link to a page with a ‘read/listen’ option for my post – this might exist, but I couldn’t find it easily, only a link to the ‘read’ page.  But instead here’s a search link that should offer both…

You can find out more about more about MacGuffin and find out how to join in here on Comma Press’s site.

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Go-around

On the crosswind leg of my circuit
I’m skirting iliotibial discomfort,
navigating my cranky knees
over the shoulders of the grey-green hill.

When at thirty-five hundred feet
the flying fish rise in silence,
wind shielded in a near gale,
until they skein by my side.

Condensing like a myth
born from Maol’s upland ocean,
in crisp naval monochromes,
three dozen barnacles bank as one.

They vee downwind southerly,
leaving me grinning like a loon.
It’s only a practice ring around,
for their pinions sing of Svalbard.

 


The Sound of Merlin

merlin

A sliding purr,
Oh yes indeed!
But no tabby here.
Rolls among Royces –
The Barry White of aerial intent.

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The title for this tiny poem came from a suggestion that I spotted by artist Ian Spicer. As soon as I saw Ian’s title, I could almost feel the unmistakable throb of a low level Spitfire pass.

May 8th is my birthday – as well as that of personal hero and national treasure David Attenborough (Many Happies!) – but more importantly May 8th 2015 is the 70th Anniversary of VE Day, and of the almost unbelievable relief of a horrifically hard won peace: let’s give thanks and remember.

I happened on this video later… a visceral addition to this post! Some language slightly NSFW, but you do have to have the sound up (preferably LOUD)…


Flung

flung

Not against the wall
But pivoted in free space,
I cling to the top bar
Straddling the air
In fear and anticipation,
Lunging long to flight.

Skinny mats over hardwood
Promise little bounce but,
An unencumbered eight,
Lungs can out-climb air,
Never found the ground
Before I met the light.

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