Announcing my new book: Hearth

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Available from Cultured Llama Publishing http://www.culturedllama.co.uk/books/hearth

Hearth is a treasure trove of poems, in which Rose Cook maps the spirit, exploring how the ordinary and everyday is full of magic and love. She writes, ‘We must protect the under-dream of existence/catch life waiting for us.’ She portrays her mother through her daily tasks, offering us life’s fragilities in her son’s fall, in grief and in the process of ageing while also celebrating ‘how close to breaking we must live’. These poems also contain the ancient magic and wisdom of trees, of creatures and constellations as well as lots and lots of love. In her voice as clear as spring water, we catch ‘the hum of soul / its weight the heart of a lark.’

Rebecca Gethin, author of All the Time in the World

These are numinous poems which register human fragility, yet their awareness of ‘how close to breaking we must live’ serves to strengthen their grateful celebration of life, with its moments of human tenderness and natural beauty. Deeply felt portraits of the landscape – owls, hares, egrets, rain, sea, cherry trees – along with simple acts like folding sheets, or a daughter’s visit, drop us into ‘a marvellous time’, an ‘under-dream of existence’ and become vehicles for light and awakening. Rose Cook’s ‘glimpse through’ the world makes Hearth a sensitive, haunting collection, and reminds us of our soul’s priorities.

Rosie Jackson, author of The Light Box

Rose Cook’s poetry is a secret dance, a graceful flight as her words lift from the page, light and tender and yet powerful enough to change the way we see the world. Her performances are spellbinding, intimate conversations, private transactions as if reaching right into the soul of the audience.

Robert Garnham, author of Nice

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A moment of happiness

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A Moment of Happiness    by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

 

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

 

 

photograph Rose Cook

A Poetry of Elephants – Sunday March 19th at 2.30-4.30pm in the Ice Factory, Somerset Place, Teignmouth TQ14 8EN inc tea & cakes (part of the Teignmouth Poetry Festival)

 

I will be reading as part of this event. Here is one of my poems from the anthology:

Elephant

 

I am slow.

I am sway.

I am echo.

The great earth holds me.

I am ship. I am flow.

My bones are of whales.

I am large and grateful. I move with no hurry.

There is time. We have time.

Watch my eye. With it I see you and the shine of colour,

which fills me till my grey skin rustles.

I know there is an always happiness here

even in the mud. The frog knows.

Follow me.

We will go in procession.

Follow and feel the rhythm of my walk.

Slow, slow.

My steps sway you,

I will rock you to beyond yourself.

Be yourself

Be more than you have ever been.

Be what you have always been.

Be with me.

Be with me.

Follow. Follow me.

 

 

by Rose Cook