Wonderful news to hear my poem ‘CHOCOLATE FINGERS’ was selected as one of the winners of THE CHILD 250-word creative writing challenge by BEYOND WORDS-LITERARY MAGAZINE. You can read the poem along with many wonderful pieces of works in the February 2022 edition of Beyond Words, available to order @ https://www.beyondwordsmag.com/
Thank you to Kathryn Crowley for including my poem “The Blanket of Sound” in her creative writing and art project in response to 12 themes affecting women in Ireland today
“When I saw the words ‘She Flows Along’ it brought up memories for me of my sons’ births. It evoked a mixture of feelings I had of flowing, floating, sinking, drowning, breathing, trusting as I gave birth.” -Yvonne Brewer.
THE BLANKET OF SOUND
By Yvonne Brewer
It sounded like a cry of pain, of sorrow.
I knew by the way her arm shivered
that one of the midwives
could not bear the sounds
I made as I laboured and
gave birth to my second son.
I don’t know where the voice came from
or if it was a voice,
it was more of a battle roar
a victory cry
a cry that came from
an oasis within
a cry with no tears
a howl, a song
that had been buried
for so long.
it was someone’s voice
but deeply familiar voice
that was ancient
in a little room
with a fairy door
that I had carried
beneath my skin
from the beginning.
like a secret room that was walled
with shame and hidden pain
a place where girls
were told to be quiet
told to be good
told tears were not allowed here
in this pretty dolls house
told it is wrong, told don’t cry
it will upset them, told to be strong
but my strength my silence
my good my fears my cries
my scream my dreams
all pushed through
the doorway and all
knitted together to make
this weaving pattern
this patch work, a blanket of sound
that was borne with his coming.
a warm blanket that wrapped around him
as he entered this world
saying it’s okay to feel and release your voice
it’s okay to be heard
it’s okay for us to cry together
a voice that opened me
erupted me a voice that broke
all silences a voice that
carried me from turbulent dark waters
to safe earthy home ground.
Bio Yvonne Brewer lives in East Cork and is a Mum to two teenage sons and enjoys writing poetry. www.yvonneswords.wordpress.com
Visit www.artyshe.com for more information about Kathryn’s work and project.
The Red Dress
She gently stitches the final layer of red lace on the cuff of the sleeve.
Adds more velvet covered buttons on the back.
Runs her fingers along the curves of the skin-soft fabric.
Smiling, she imagines the voluptuous shadow,
the mannequin sprays on her workshop floor,
has a handsome dance partner
who takes her hand as they saunter
to the secluded garden.
Spinning her as she careens
in golden sandals, he steals a kiss
between their gliding rhythmic steps.
Mistletoe berries and the red fabric glow with the light of the moon,
creating an iridescent carpet of brightness.
The humbled trees hide in faded clothing of shyness.
She sews one last button.
Her delicate creation is placed
with pride in the tiny shop window.
Like a red traffic light, it pauses the rushing
evening Christmas shoppers on the
narrow cobbled street.
To dream and wish and blush.
Thank you to Women’s Spiritual Poetry for publishing my poem The Red dress on December 2020 read it her in this link
Thank you to Witch Magazine for publishing my poem ‘Under a Goddess Moon’ in their Imbolc Issue
Under a Goddess Moon
I felt the breath of a poem
shiver on my skin.
It turned me in my sleep
and I fell into a world of white silk,
spun by a Goddess of love
riding on a swan carriage on
the crest of high sea waves.
White flesh on a fireside white sheep -skin
rugged by the heat of burning fresh coals.
White snow- flakes pressing against
the window- pane, trying to spell your name.
Melting as they shimmer down out of sight,
one with a world of white.
Dressed later in white velvet layers,
white swan and owl feathers in my hair.
Snowdrops peeping flashes of light
through green, whispering,
did you paint these words on my skin
with your breath,
did you trace them in the night sky
as if I could forget?
By Yvonne Brewer
In December 2020 I decided to set up a facebook group for Irish writers in order to support the Irish writing community. Writing.ie featured a piece on their website about the group:
“Shop Irish Writers came about when I decided to start a Facebook group for Irish writers to showcase their writing, their books, their Facebook pages or blogs. I felt that as a new writer myself that I needed some positive inspiration and being able to see the products of writers’ labour listed in a group gives a sense of pride and confidence which I feel is very important to all writers.
I have been in a few online writers groups that discussed the process of writing and tips and challenges. Such groups are very supportive and helpful. For me right now I felt that a focus on the product rather than the process was needed.
Personally I think that Irish people can be their own best critics. We need to be our best supporters as well.
The group is open to everyone with an interest in writing or reading. The main aim of the group is to provide a space where Irish writers of all genres can share their work and let people know where and how they can buy their books. This gives readers and book lovers a chance to see the work of Irish writers in one place. The main rule really is that the only people who can post their work in the group are Irish writers living in Ireland or anywhere in the world.”
Read the rest of the article here Building a Writing Community: Shop Irish Writers Facebook Group by Yvonne Brewer – Writing.ie
Join the group here Shop Irish Writers ☘️ | Facebook
All welcome x
Return to Brigid’s Altar
Puddles, broken oak tree branches, sharp stones
interrupt her voyage. Many crossroads ahead,
voices echoing turn right, turn left, turn back.
Without a map, onward she boldly steps.
The song of honey bee guides her forward.
Burning rushes lingering scent, soothing any inner lament.
Walking now past a graveyard,
smouldering bones of all
she walked away from, all who walked out on her.
Cackling laughs at her chosen cloaked path.
Alas! Hope smiles snowdrops and fresh grass,
signs of Spring breathe winter has passed.
Fearless she tip-toes towards the foggy green forest.
The mist fingering her bare blackened feet.
No time to rest. The beat of her warrior heart
thieves any fears of defeat.
Her soul is nourished by the distant sight,
the fire, the skies, the flames alight.
Daughter of Brigid, on your path though you may falter,
you too will arrive. One day you will return to
Brigid’s Blessed Imbolc Altar.
Many thanks to Women’s Spiritual Poetry for publishing Return to Brigid’s Altar on Feb 1st 2021, Brigid’s Day
Click on link above to go to their website.
In May 2020 I received a copy of “Gateway Mexico. Adventures of another gringo who wanted to be a Shaman” by Nathan D. Horowitz. Nathan decided to publish an in-flight magazine inside his book and included one of my poems along with other poems and art. I had read his book and after reading it one night I had a dream that inspired me to write the poem “Gateway Dream” which Nathan added to his in-flight magazine. This book is the first of four books by Nathan D. Horowitz in the Night time Daydreams series all available on Amazon. With thanks to Nathan 🙂
I realise that for most of 2020 I did not post at all on this blog. So I am going to try and make up for that and post a few poems that I had published last year. The first one is a poem called “Cloud Mask” that came in third place in a poetry competition with the Momaya Press Poetry review 2019 and the theme was “masks”
Click on the link above to go directly to Bourgeon online to see these poems
2. No Cinderella
Many thanks to Gregory Luce for publishing my poems with Bourgeon.