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Friday’s Features on Thursday: Connie Bensley

I’m taking some time out right now to go ahead and get a post in for you today. I’ve still got quite a bit to do before I go to bed tonight, and I’m still not packed because I have to get my own laundry done instead of the kids’, who also need laundry done for the weekend. But, it’s all slowly coming together and I’ll be alright by morning.

For our featured site this week I’m linking to one I just recently began following. It’s Madstoffa’s Crunchy House. There’s quite a lot there so I haven’t worked my way through it but I am sure that you’ll enjoy it as much as I am. Go check it out!

Yesterday I spoke about some female poets I have recently come across. I borrowed a book from the library titled Sixty Women Poets edited by Linda France and published by Bloodaxe Books. I am slowly working my way through it as there a quite a number of poems in here that I am really enjoying. One of the poets is Connie Bensley. Ms. Bensley is still alive and living in London. Here is a link to her author page on Bloodaxe Books’ site. There’s not a lot of information on her other than that. There is a link to some posts on The Spectator’s site here. I can’t be positive that it is the same Ms. Bensley, but after reading through some of the posts, the voice sounds similar to what I am reading in my book. And besides, how many Ms. Connie Bensleys can there be who write poetry, right? *wink*

book cover

Out of the five poems included in my book by Ms. Bensley, I love Cookery. Her use of imagery is wonderful, and I was drawn into this poem by the pure sensuality inherent in it. I love each poem in this book, and if you have a chance, find it and read the rest of the poems in here. You won’t regret it. Here is the Amazon link for it as well.

As I could not find an online link to the poem, and I respect Ms. Bensley’s rights, I am hesitant to give you the full poem. Therefore, I will put only a portion of it up, and I encourage you to find a copy and read the rest. I hope you will. It is a gorgeous poem.

Cookery

By Connie Bensley

Strange how the heat both softens and hardens:

Turning sinews into gelatin

And liquid batters into crispness and substance

Or cricket-bat solidity.

 

Soon, I will take you and feed you

My stew. It will be thick, reddish brown,

And rich as the beginning of the world.

In it will be dark mouthfuls engorged with wine,

Crusted and melded with gold and amber tenderness.

 

Rumour of it will reach you from the kitchen,

Embarrassing you with saliva-

But when you eat, I shall leave the room,

For you must be alone to commune

With this dark tide, …

And that is all you get. I hope it whet your appetite for the rest. I hope you all have a great weekend, and I will see if I can get a post in over the weekend. But I’m not promising anything. I hope to be so busy having fun that I forget about everything else. *smiles*

xo Jesi

 

 

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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