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BLACK BICYCLE by Lesley Quayle

Black Bicycle – a superb book of poems from the hugely talented Lesley Quayle (though I do wish she would stop making me cry with some of her word-pictures!). Cannot recommend this ‘pamphlet’ (it’s not – it’s a book) highly enough. Many thanks for such pleasure.

-Roz Cawley 

Lesley Quayle’s poetry has a wonderful sense of the local without ever falling into the parochial. “Old Yowe In the Market” (“Old, barren yowe, teats dry as corn husks. . .”) is one lovely example, employing as it does the local Yorkshire word rather than the more standard “ewe.” And it definitely isn’t guilty of sentimentality:

           Shepherds in greasy caps and shit-stained trousers, 

           belted, braced by baler twine, walk on,

           rubbing their raw-boned hands.

The Yorkshire explored in several of these poems (Quayle lived in rural West Yorkshire for two decades) is not picturesque and the life, not easy (“We gather, a disparate flock, summoned to the desolation/of a winter quarry” is how “Fell Rescue” opens, while “The 7.25 to Leeds” enters bleak urban territory) yet what lifts these poems, alongside others in the collection rooted in other places, is a warm humanity and close attention to detail.

Several of the people who dance, drink, smoke, sing and dream in this collection are street people, rough-sleepers and hopeful buskers. They have names like Scarlet Mary, Holy Tola, Old Moley (“three coats, two waistcoats, jumpers, vests-/layered back to a museum of skin”), the names given them by passers-by, their “regulars.” And while one can feel sympathy for their difficult circumstances, there’s nothing in these poems that reeks of condescension or pity.

Quayle is equally at home with landscape, with Dorset as much as Yorkshire:

          Smell the sea-

                                 lungs brackish, brine rinsed

          gulls bickering over a thin westerly.

                                                          (“Climb to Mupe Bay”)

Towards the end of the pamphlet she moves further still, into wider territory and into different voices, one of a man in Raqqa recalling the violent death of a friend, another in the voice of Edward Snowden. As in the street poems, there is a respect and warmth here for the individual and an honouring of the individual’s experience.

-Sheila Hamilton, poet ( ‘The Spirit Vaults’ published by Green Bottle Press)

I love these poems by Lesley Quayle! …such subtle music…they need to be read aloud to fully appreciate the rhythm and craft …often melancholy…lost people and places and times… wise and beautiful writing!  

-Deborah Alma

Journeying with Lesley is invigorating, fascinating, unexpected. The light she shines reveals the essence of whatever or wherever it falls. Her portraits of the ordinary, the outcast, the old, the quirky, glow in the beam of her humanity. She describes a landscape I know intimately myself. Her personal experience of it is expressed fearlessly. She paints the colours and sounds of life with knowledge and passion. 

-Dame Josephine Barstow DBE

ANDROGYNY by Kevin Reid

Kevin Reid’s Androgyny is bittersweet, funny, hurt-filled, observed and heard. Pithy, quickly caught, and held for a lifetime. It’s huge strength is it’s never just one thing.

– Beth McDonough

AFTER EDEN by Stella Wulf

Stella Wulf’s poetry occupies a space of dissolution between reality and myth, historical awareness and immediacy. Her language is layered with the ruggedness and density of impastobut there is also transparency and precision. The muscularity of verbs, the rich specificity of nouns and an underlying musicality keep the poems fluid through subtle formal placements. They are rhythmical and carefully wrought, moving from Wales to France, from personal engagement to archetypal human and non-human characters, allowing time and historical depths to be disclosed through compact and evocative images. The poems artfully interrogate the lives of women, the choreography of the sexual dance, with cool irony and grace. They don’t flinch from dissonance, allowing a sense of moral complication and verbal multivalence to prevail. This is a sensuous, alert, and impressive first collection.

– Graham Mort

Thank you for sending me your book of poems which I continue to enjoy. They are an inspiration and I turn to them again and again.
You manage to capture the magic in the moon and stars, the joy of the changing seasons, the ephemeral nature of love and our wonder in the face of it all.
Being a man I loved ‘Boreas’ and its outspoken truth about how sex can sometimes be.
Valuing sight above all the senses, I found ‘Describing Mountains’ very moving.
However we are fortunate to live on a high hill and everyday see the changing valley below. The view certainly frames my days and so ‘Painting With Swifts’ has to be one of my favourites.
 
– David Fisher
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