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29 Feb - Rhythm-Verse Thursday: Ren Pike Poetry

The Belfast Review Team | 29 February, 2024


Welcome to Week 2 of our Spring Blog. Each week we will feature a handful of new creative works by artists, photographers, writers, poets, and song writers. Different days of the week highlight different creative forms: Feast Your Eyes Sundays (art, photography), Wordy Tuesday (fiction, flash, nonfiction), and Rhythm-Verse Thursday (poetry, song lyrics).


This week we're exploring the theme of 'Improvisation.' It's a deceptively simple skill – you have to know the rules to break the rules. Along with that it takes confidence, perspective, and most importantly, freedom. The freedom to think, feel, and transform the established and predictable into the new and unexpected.


In other words – it's all that jazz.


Featured poet: Ren Pike


In keeping with our 'improvisation' theme we are pleased to include this poem set in St John's, Newfoundland (the oldest city in North America). There are many poems about cities, and as a genre we love them. The hyper specific details that are at once a portrait of a particular place in a particular time, but also evoke the universal experience of moving through a city. What draws the eye, what sparks the mind, has both randomness and rhythm. Movement and modernity, and yet the still, quiet moments of the human experience.


As a special bonus, this poem also includes hyperlinks, giving some additional historical background to St John's. It's a fascinating tour.


Join us.





St. John's, Newfoundland: Palimpsest

REN PIKE


graffiti repeats itself

'cross walls

deep-water grey

beneath The Rooms 

hard truths know

quick-change

shivering in bitter cold June

you, saying all the says

glad I brought these gloves

stitch-worried, hell-worn

hands not unlike our faces

forty years running

these gangplanks

between church and state

all plummeting hillsides

dandelion foot-tall

thickets green and mossy

walking Rawlins Cross

wind cutting us to size

in Mercy's eye, lies

unrepentant

Hail Mary pass

to open mouthed, saints

freshly scrubbed, façade

and grounds, immaculate




AUTHOR BIO


Ren Pike grew up in Newfoundland. Through sheer luck, she was born into a family who understood the exceptional value of a library card. Her work has appeared in Grain, Cutbow Quarterly, and Riddle Fence.  https://pike.headstaller.com


Special thanks to the poet for trusting us with her work.


Thanks to all of you readers for reading! Be sure to like, follow, and share.


We have one more post coming up this week, poetry by Brandon Shane. Be sure to check out this weeks other posts Feast Your Eyes Sunday (25 Feb) with photography from Gaynor Kane. And, Wordy Tuesday (27 Feb) with fiction from Ankit Raj Ojha.


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