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*
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.
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*