Poetics Night at dVerse and our guest host is Oloriel
Greetings to one and all! Oloriel here, tending the poetics and the bar tonight.
One of the topics that marked my previous year, and melted into the current one, is definitely the topic of home. I was born, bred, raised and still live in the suburbs. There is things and emotions you notice, that differ, at least for me, when I travel from my place to another. Over the years there has been images that etched themselves in my head as “suburban things”. Recently, I have begun noticing and exploring how it is so very similar in poetry. I discovered poems characterized as Suburban poetry, and it is what I would like us to attempt tonight.
What makes a poem into a suburban poem? I would not want to go on a limb and define it myself, nor use some strict formula or definition. I would say it is the feel that the poem leaves, the difference in scenery, the constant physical and metaphysical presence of animals, wilderness, gardens, curtains. Combinations that seem esoteric, worded that way, whilst in a modern poem they would be a normal thing.
dull yellow lampost light falls softly
onto the glimmering rain sodden pavement
alcohol noise broods heavy as the pubs empty
hands thrust deep into pockets
fighting the biting cold
sirens wail and menace looms
you scrunch as a discomforting feeling
knifes you between the shoulder blades
glancing behind there are only ghosts
it’s not comfortable here tonight
even the cats are nervy
dreams of bed and hot tea
whisper you homeward
it used to be fun
a night out in the city