Today my guest is Shân Williams, and her excellent blog is called Musings and Smatterings. I've been following her work since last year, including the past weeks of One Shot Wednesday, admiring clever lines and dedication to craft. To my surprise, I discovered recently that English is not her first language. As you are about to learn, Shân's Welsh roots influence her English poetry, along with her studies in biochemistry and penchant for avid reading.
"I began writing at a very early age, mostly in Welsh, as it is my first language. By the time I was 17, I had two eisteddfod (welsh cultural competitions) chairs and was published in Welsh magazines and in a small English anthology."
"What made me write originally was a love of my Homeland, and a vivid imagination. Also my roots, as my father is half Arabic, and there's quite a story about how my grandmother came to Wales in the first place. To put it lightly if it weren't for illegal immigrants, I would not be here! Most of my early works are based in the horror/sci fi/ fantasy genre. I still very much enjoy writing these types of work. I was influenced by Welsh poets such a Taliesyn, Ap Gwilym and later on R.S.Thomas and Dylan Thomas. I read Poe, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath and Carole Ann Duffy in English. I'm a bit of a bookworm, if I'm not reading then I'm writing."
Under the bare bones of the apple tree
A frigidity swept over me
A coolness that bore me to the bone,
The loss of a friend, the one I called home.
As winter ravens cackled in grey British skies
And white snow-filled clouds burdened by
Ice tears formed in my eyes
As my feet followed the path of trodden earth
We used to walk in days of mirth.
On automatic pilot to the hard stone wall
Where keystones had scattered
Hand placed, they fall
At my small tired feet.
The smell of winter, old oak and pine
purvey into this empty mind.
Thinking of a world without a spring
Empty words, in my mind ring
As I search for reason
In this manic silent world
The mockingbird screams its final tune
As mayhem ensues.
Dark eyes watch the carniage
Burning wreck, insolvent individuals
Running to and fro, hands in hair
Charred with ash, gravel, dirt.
What is this Earth?
What is this humanity?
The Raven watches entranced
Awaiting its last macabre dance.
Anticipaiting its final meal.
Rest assured it will be fulfilling.
Black eyes peruse,
Unfeeling of the situation,
Of the pain and the emotion,
Only carrion here
Where brother fights brother, kills sister.
Lest we forget
Fundementally 46 gene pairs
make us the same.
“Belief structure” makes us different.
Holier than though-than whom?
The starling above,
Makes no reference to the burning and bellowing below.
Continues its flight
Not caring for warring nations.
Back in the days of black and white,
It was all cut and dried,
All it took was the shock of an ankle bared
Red hot lipstick, a shared cigarette,
Melodious harmonies created on the big screen,
Ingrid Bergman, James Dean,
All they had to do was smoulder up there
A Marilyn wiggle of the derrier.
Now in the world of match dot com
I sit here thinking-where did we go wrong?
Where’s the electricity, the passion, the innocence?
They had on the flickering screen? The Presence?
It’s just a story of boy meets girl.
Does it happen in this modern world?
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