All posts tagged Poetry

The Blue Hour magazine

Published September 30, 2013 by Jill London

The Blue Hour anthology

Guess who’s soon to be appearing in The Blue Hour magazine for the second time? Oh all right, you guessed it, it’s me 🙂

The Blue Hour magazine is an online art and literary magazine featuring the work of some very talented writers and artists, such as the wonderful Michele Seminara and Anne Bradshaw (If you haven’t discovered their work yet let me urge you to go and have a look).

The Blue Hour magazine welcomes submissions of all kinds and the editors are lovely so if you’re interested do consider submitting your poems, stories or artwork.


The Mask of a Genius

Published September 16, 2013 by Jill London



He was late, though the set was ready weeks

before, and brought the women cherry nude

fondants and fondly pinched their pert young cheeks.


He preened his new suit in the interlude,

Oh, the praise he urged for his gold silk shirt!

His moustache erect and suitably crude.


The cats ran away, nibbled fleas and trod dirt

in the wet floor, drew blood when roughly dried

by assistants immune to price tag art.


Cameras whirred and bellies growled, hid by pride.

Dali grew bored and lured the assistant,

though round the corner Gala feigned to hide.


When asked her impression of that giant

the photographer paused with rheumy eyes

and framed a reply aptly elegant:

L’enfant terrible aimed to build a disguise

to cover a heap of nothing but lies.


© Jill London 2013

Three more from the notebook

Published August 11, 2013 by Jill London


With age comes wisdom,

So say the monk and poet,

To ease the journey.

Flying Fish (Detail)

Flying Fish (Photo credit: Theron Trowbridge)



Concerning Errors

Fish may learn to fly

And man may learn forgiveness.

Wonders never cease.




Rain falls silently

Seeping in through the corners

Of my pounding heart.

© Jill London 2013

August – Dorothy Parker and Charles Courtney Curran

Published August 1, 2013 by Jill London


Charles Courtney Curran – Lotus Lilies 1888


When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;

Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky;
Nevermore shall I be cursed
By a flushed and amorous slattern,
With her dusty laces’ pattern
Trailing, as she straggles by.

Dorothy Parker


The Blue Hour magazine – plus me

Published July 20, 2013 by Jill London

I have a poem appearing in The Blue Hour magazine! Check it out here

I don’t generally think of myself as a poet (or an artist for that matter) but I have enjoyed writing a few of them, including this one which I wrote as a response poem to James Fenton‘s poem Wind. I hope you’ll take a look and let me know what you think.

You can read Fenton’s poem here: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-2

I must admit, I think it must be the best to have a book of your own poetry. Something to take off the shelf and idle over in a weak moment, even if no-one else got to read it. Just to please yourself. Isn’t it funny how ideas can grab you sometimes?

And now I’m feeling so dreamy and creative all at once, here’s a little something from my old drawing pad.

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Have a super weekend folks xx

The Essential Rumi – Like This

Published June 13, 2013 by Jill London

Listen to this delectable recording of Tilda Swinton reading Like This (and try to forget that it is in order to celebrate the launch of a perfume…)


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