INDIGO DREAMS PUBLISHING LTD

 

 

WILD NATURE POETRY AWARD competition now open.

Poetry

 

138 x 216mm

 

100 pages

 

3 colour illustrations

 

£11.50 + P&P UK

 

PUB: 24/05/2021

 

 

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Tina, the Staffordshire Bull Terrier

 

Brindle beauty, hench and a happenin’;

I remember the 5th of November.

 

Brown leather studded collar, silver chains,

Gangsta’ steps, a baller’s beat, aged 13;  

Tina, the Staffordshire Bull Terrier.

 

You’d sometimes piss on my side of the bed,

Keep me in check, upset, you were here first;

I remember the 5th of November.

 

Lady Di class with a Kat Slater side,

Working Bando’s Jessica Rabbit slide;

Tina, the Staffordshire Bull Terrier.

 

Pride stride negotiating tick and cones;

You tried to get in the washing machine –

I remember the 5th of November.

 

The both of us hiding under the stairs,

Made vows and howled, held you like my lost child.

Tina, the Staffordshire Bull Terrier,

I remember the 5th of November.

 

Braiding Sweetgrass with Uncle John

 

He taught me to braid Sweetgrass

so delicately that my fingertips

now write poetry in my daughter’s hair.

 

He taught me that we are a circle

with a shared language of gratitude

and harvests should always be honourable

 

but everything for sale here is dead.

Showers no longer bring flowers

and all the medicine is missing.

 

Teach our children to forage furiously

with reciprocity, then there’ll never be

a shortfall.

 

Let them show you mystical symbols-

do not tarnish their respect for ravens

and instinctiveness to smell flowers.

 

I teach my daughters to braid Sweetgrass

to remind us of how

the world is meant to be.

 

 

Blue banger beach rides with Uncle Danny

 

Auntie Jackie throat croaky and busty

Whipped ninety-nines – I’d eat their flakes and mine.

 

Low tide cuttlefish quest, schools of rock pools

Springer-Spaniel best-buddy Welsh-Whisky

Blue banger beach rides with Uncle Danny.

 

Paw-printing shamans, wet sands our notepad

Tap-dancing waves, tease-tame freedom-in-chains

Whipped ninety-nines – I’d eat their flakes and mine.

 

Phone calls from Mami Wata and Mermaids

Brackish cabalistic vinegar chips

Blue banger beach rides with Uncle Danny.

 

Homeward rock-a-bye windows open wide

The wrong kind of incense to learn to like

Whipped ninety-nines – I’d eat their flakes and mine.

 

Cwtched-up daydreaming – damp dog my blanket

Supremes and Stevie Wonder lullabies

Blue banger beach rides with Uncle Danny

Whipped ninety-nines – I’d eat their flakes and mine.

 

Llanelli

 

Tammy Girl trips for new disco rigout

Made cushions from the dresses I outgrew

Pieces of the past that softly furnish

 

Charity shop in its place and next door

Once little store of jewels and trinkets

Tammy girl trips for new disco rigout

 

Silver jade treasure still got today safe

Market filled with every elder I’ve lost

Pieces of the past that softly furnish

 

Found in solstice wreaths of remembrance

Glossy leaves glimmer guilt of forgetting

Tammy girl trips for new disco rigout

 

I lost the tribe’s maps to sacred spaces

Did not save any of the coins they gave

Pieces of the past that softly furnish

 

Flood gates centre stage stood in aged arcade

Laced in Phyllis’ Amami embrace

Tammy Girl trips for new disco rigout

Pieces of the past that softly furnish.

 

 

 

 

 

Flashbacks & Flowers

Rufus Mufasa

 

*****

 

This is a coming of age story for every stage of your life. This is a survival guide. A message in a bottle. Testimony and time travel. Wild-Woman-Urbanised-Magik. Spiritual and sacrificial. Activism and ancestral. Ancient and on point.

 

‘An essential collection by one of Wales' finest wordsmiths.’

Llwyd Owen

 

‘Poetry deeply rooted in time & place & the journey through memory & motherhood. We are invited to resurrect our

‘wild-woman-magik’ & learn ‘new vocabulary, collectively.’ 

Ness Owen  

 

‘She captures the power & rawness of her performance on the page, and then SUSTAINS IT! It's a beast of a book.’

Rhiannon Hooson  

 

‘I've  never seen such gentle fury, or battle scars made into such a thing of beauty.’

Dr Tom Attah

Rufus Mufasa is a pioneering participatory artist and queen of the cross-art.

From Barbican Fellow to Future Generations Act Poet in Residence, Rufus has toured internationally with her craft. A Hull '19 artist in conjunction with BBC Contains Strong Language, Poet on Prescription with People Speak Up, and BASW Poet in Residence 2020, Rufus has developed huge personal resilience through her artistry. Her work honours ancestry, motherhood, the inner child and the people we meet on our path to peace.

 

Flashbacks & Flowers is her first full collection. Her second album due and is a direct follow on from the book.  Rufus' work explores motherhood, the spirituality of ancestry, class, climate chaos, and transgenerational/trapped trauma.

Every family has its scribe

January 2019

 

Last night I dreamed I was with Auntie Phyllis

and Uncle John – in Uncle Gwyn's house, all 3 of us

sat on the same armchair – Uncle Gwyn's

or mine when I'd visit... and we

frantically trying to work out how I was

going to catch my flight to L.A with

only 40 minutes to get to London from

Penybanc – without a passport in my hand

and a bad connection to the taxi line...

but we were all hopeful I'd make it.

 

Rufus amend 9781912876501