The Bell Jar: Jo Bell's blog

"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde

NaPoReMo #16: Show and tell

  The sun has burst the sky Jenny Joseph The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great rocks … Continue reading

April 16, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #15: Writing on a donkey

  Ford Robbie Burton The donkey followed me to the ford. I pointed at the river’s grey colour and told him how it ran orange back in the steelworks days … Continue reading

April 15, 2017 · 5 Comments

NaPoReMo #14: Fried slice

  english breakfast wrestling the perfume of frying eggs, a trace of whisky orbits the sun. it is bastille day and the pale sky shrinks. an ash-tray is slowly filling. … Continue reading

April 14, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #13: We are sailing

Today’s poem appears in a photo because I can’t do the indents properly in WordPress, and a poem’s appearance is important. The visual and aural content of poetry is part … Continue reading

April 13, 2017 · 5 Comments

NaPoReMo #12: Herd instinct

Searchlight Jim Carruth A toddler double-wrapped in heavy woollens, wedged snug in the open mouth of a ten-gallon can, I’d watch my parents work down the stalls of Ayrshires, drawing … Continue reading

April 12, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #11: a reckoning

I have a little solar flower on my windowsill, which cheerily waves its arms until dusk and then slowly goes to sleep. I once gave a similar flower to my friend … Continue reading

April 11, 2017 · 2 Comments

NaPoReMo #10: Brian fever

I believe in poetry as a means of connection, a kind of emotional battery which only works if the reader and writer each hold one end. The poet can give a dazzling display of word play, but if s/he doesn’t make contact with the reader then it’s wasted.

April 10, 2017 · 5 Comments