Hello, hello,
Following on from my post on Sunday, which talked about the use of white space in poetry, this week I returned to a few of my poetry books and flicked through them looking not for the right words, but for the right spaces.
I read a few aloud (again, I always tend to read poetry aloud unless I’m sat in a coffee shop where I may be asked to leave, ha), this time reading not only to enjoy and experience the poem but to take note of where I was being asked to pause a little longer, the impact of the double spacing or the effect of my being left to fend for myself, mid-sentence.
Ooh it was interesting.
Here are a few that stood out for different reasons:
This is Finally, by Andrew McMillan, from his collection, Physical. Throughout this book he uses white space magnificently. One poem, Protest of the Physical is a whole 14 pages long, the white space fundamental.
Stapleton Road by Laurie Bolger, from her collection, Box Rooms. If you haven’t read her award winning poem, Parkland Walk, that’s well worth a read too. Yes, it has some great use of white space but I’ll be honest, I’m mainly sharing this one just because I hope you’ll like it as much as I do!
We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks, from Selected Poems. A truly powerful poem which is so striking on the page. Listen to it being read via The Poetry Foundation here.
A great example of white space helping the reader to find their rhythm when reading a poem out loud. Of course from Winnie-the-pooh by A A Milne.
I found this last one by Phillip Gross over here - a Bloodaxe writing challenge for young poets with some more lovely examples and ponderings on white space. If you’re interested in more.
Aside from the writing prompt set last week, I also chose one of my own poems at random and had a play with completely changing up how it appeared on the page. It’s not that I don’t do this anyway sometimes, when I’m not attempting to follow a specific structure, but I probably don’t do it to this extent. And I also approached it not with the aim of improving the poem or finding the ‘best’ way to write it. But rather just experimenting with how dramatically I could change the meaning. How I could impact the energy. I did find myself surprised at how silences can amplify and musicality can be manipulated. I did quite like saying, “urgh no that doesn’t work” again and again, only to eventually just delete it all and stick with my original. It felt like good practice.
Anyway, over to you.
Do you have an attempt to share from the week that was? Or do you have you another poem you’d like to share with the world? A thought on white space more generally or just want to say hello and let us know how your writing is going right now.
The comments section below is made for all of that.
As you hopefully know.
Nelly x
I re-wrote an older poem I’d written when I would never have dared to be all bold with line spacing!!…
T H E P A U S E
When compulsion to prove my point overcomes me and my need to respond is fuelled by urgency,
My mind races to be right
My senses rise to the fight
And then
I reluctantly
remember…
The Pause
The humbling, painful
pause
The uncomfortable, brakes-on
pause
The beautiful, let-things-sit
pause
That turns my focus from agitation
To curious investigation
Unravelling my defences to uncover
a deeper wisdom
The Pause
that is active, yet still
Noticing, but not heavy lifting
Permission granter for things to unfold
Space creator for quiet questions to evolve
The tangled ball of wool unlaced slowly saves irreversible knots
I had fun writing this one ❤️
#16: Anti-pesticide:
My front garden is a universe
See
How the Rosemary Beetle strolls
Past the lavender
bushes
Stopping
Just to say
Good morning
To the Ladybird
And the still sleeping
Low flying Crane Fly
Hanging around
The dandelion
Seed heads
And the
Wild
Mustard.
They all hide
From the larger
Than life Blackbirds,
Robins and the angry
Magpie whilst the Honey
Bee and the Bumble Bee play
For nectar. The Stag Beetle and
The Thick-legged Flower Beetle
Commune over fresh petal
And Aphid, shared with
The Harlequin Ladybird.
Later, the Elephant
Hawk Moth giant
Will spread its
Wings at
Night
As the
Common
Pipistrelle
Bat will swoop
By for his evening
Breakfast and
The Frogs
Will sing
From the
Broken Belfast
Sink and sure, the
Buttercups have gotten
Slightly carried away and
Grown a bit taller than
Perhaps I’d wish
But listen
Listen
To the universe
As it hums
It’s glorious tune.