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The Wednesday Poetry Corner.

Today I introduce you to two extraordinary poets. I am happy to announce that Plum Tree Books will be publishing them both in the near future.The first is Dublin born Alan Patrick Traynor. Patrick sets the page alight! He is a brave, sizzling voice, writing as though possessed.  I wonder that he is an elemental. I am excited to have discovered him for the Plum Tree. He will follow in the long line of Irish poets that have made their mark on the world. Unconventional, thumbing his nose at the Irish intelligentsia, the snooty, conservative, fear-filled nay-sayers that have never known how to take risks with genius. They forced most of the great Irish artists, poets and writers to leave Erin’s shores, Those who stay in Ireland rest unpeacefully in an in-between world along with the Tuatha De Danann.  Alan is unafraid to disarrange syntax and break up the narrative. He is not afraid to shock, as he deconstructs the language and abuses the metaphor by making it stand on its head to plant an image that will stick in your mind and haunt you. Alan is a soaring talent!

The second of my poets today is Algerian born Imen Benyoub. Imen’s poetry is passionate, feeling, saturated with humanity ~  She speaks her feminine, flowing counterpoint to Alan’s blazing comet scrivenings.  They have written a duet!

Elements By Alan Patrick Traynor

WaterJung image
My mother’s womb
The fathomless thorns
The flower of my abyss

On my back
Rests the raw cut grass
On my back I ponder killing the swallow

Oh bells be still
Through the highest tree be still
The feracious face of God

Kahlo’s face
And the nest of sparrows
That twisted the glorious wool into her neck

Silent is the orange sky
So we milk the blood of cactus
Into the grapefruit of morning—that is your lips

You fall into them
Through Van Gogh

Then deaf you become

The blind know it by night
I am but that

When I was young
I would sit on the dry patch
That is what I have become

I have swallowed the dust
Worn its edges
Moses was that face when God spoke

Revealed was the dog’s hanging
The other murdered in front of me
And the rabbits that hang on the nails of my heart

The broken hands of my heart
The swollen ink of my soul
I am both

The movement of flowers
Clockwise to the sun
How the unrequited daffodils stand waiting

You are the gothic rain
The unwoven
That black raincoat you soak in

© May 30th 2013)

Elements By Imen Benyoub


Woman by Victor - Sao Carlos, BR

Woman by Victor – Sao Carlos, BR

I scratch its surface with my fingers
Disturb its sleeping memory
Then Sculpt mirrors from it

I build it with sheets of silk
And strings of a broken violin
Then shape it into a dome

I play it in D Minor like a Russian piano concerto
I bend it, fold it
Knead it with bread

I hide it in my treasure box
Braid its rays to make a quilt
For the seasons of ice

My mother’s face
I shatter it to make lanterns
To strangers in blackout cities

I sow them
In my womb
They grow into fields of wheat

I make rosary beads from its drops
Carry it in my bags
To quench my thirst

Is where the lotus blooms
I pour it in my dark grottos
Carve statues from it

I touch it, it groans
Its gray veins shrink and bleed
Fermented smoke

Scented peonies in a garden’s fence
Broken church icons
I heal them to create a body

The distance between two heartbeats
I crucify its suffering hours
Make an incision in its tissues

Cocoons on my fingertips turning into butterflies
Ink leaks from my pores
Embroidery on white paper

A suspended star between dream and reality
A stray gazelle
In the forest of the alphabet

© 2013


About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

33 comments on “The Wednesday Poetry Corner.

  1. drpendyala2005
    June 5, 2013

    Elements By Alan Patrick Traynor and Elements By Imen Benyoub
    both were equally good and great poems…


  2. Cassie
    June 5, 2013

    I enjoyed the poems and the art.


  3. Shawn MacKENZIE
    June 5, 2013

    Two wonderfully complementary pieces.


  4. Shawn MacKENZIE
    June 5, 2013

    Reblogged this on MacKENZIE's Dragonsnest and commented:
    Two stunning poems by vibrant poets.


    June 5, 2013

    Reblogged this on BUTTERFLIES OF TIME and commented:
    Beautiful poems ! Alan and Imen are both so eloquent that the words jump out of the page with their energy and vibrancy.


  6. Patricia Tilton
    June 5, 2013

    You are right, Patrick writes as if he is possessed. Very unique and full of depth. Imen’s poem is an interesting balance of flowing rhymn. Both beautiful.


  7. absolutely riveting stuff alan and imen


  8. Uncle Tree
    June 5, 2013

    How very cool! And interesting!
    Both of them – Alan & Imen,
    you two had me dodging and weaving
    as the arrows came flinging
    at my eyes and my mind, as my heart
    attempted to put 1 and 1 back together.


    • djazzologist
      June 6, 2013

      Uncle tree, thank you for a comment that weaves into the page 🙂


  9. the secret keeper
    June 6, 2013

    Alan and Imen, my mind ripples off the energy and echoing of your words. Touching the reverb. Shattering the senses. You carve the words so the jagged edges cut the waves of thought. Knocking out the path toward that less traveled. Great poems. Contemplation necessary. Abstraction receptors activated. Thank you Niamh for calling forth the poetry of Alan and Imen. You shattered the world in an effort to return it to its’ true nature. A moving effort of brilliance. Jk


    • ontheplumtree
      June 6, 2013

      Great comment, Jennifer! many thanks. I think in these two poets, we are returning to the real ~ to what poetry is all about!


  10. thiskidreviewsbooks
    June 7, 2013

    I like how they talk about similar topics in different ways.


  11. Jim Bauerlein
    June 9, 2013

    Thank you so much for publishing the poetry of Alan & Imen…and all you other work as well..


  12. Imen Benyoub
    June 9, 2013

    thank you so much Niamh you’re such a beautiful soul, thank you Alan,for being a wonderful partner and a friend,and for all of those who read our poetry thank you for your lovely,encouraging comments,am so humbled..and honored to be part of Plum tree..hope more beautiful collaborations like this will come soon


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