Each week, poet Dee Dickens discusses a collection of poetry, which is her favourite and introduces you to a Line To Make You Go Ooooh!. She also has a guest on to discuss what they have been up to, poetry and otherwise.
Join her as she wanders round a world of poetry that isn't entirely populated by old, white men.
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Each week, poet Dee Dickens discusses a collection of poetry, which is her favourite and introduces you to a Line To Make You Go Ooooh!. She also has a guest on to discuss what they have been up to, poetry and otherwise.
Join her as she wanders round a world of poetry that isn't entirely populated by old, white men.
This is a placeholder while I sort out doing some actual content! This is a sea shanty I wrote for my dissertation about my fear of drowning because of the inherited trauma of being descended from enslaved people. Co vocals and beautiful harmonies by Anna Fruen to whom I shall always be grateful. Credit is also due to Florence Welch for the inspiration from Sky Full of Song.Find me on twitter at @thepontypoetPoem transcript Mother of My Mothers - A Shanty After Florence Welch Oh mother of my mothers I feel you in the storm I reach for you and Know that for Tonight I’m not alone. The father of my fathers Is lost beneath the waves While the man with gun And bible wants to tell me Jesus saves. And I was sitting at my window Gazing out across the sea And in my grief I swear that You were looking back at me Whispering the music Of a land so far away Calling me back to a place I always want to stay. Mother of my mothers No matter where I roam I will always look upon the sea And wish that I was home. Lying on the ocean floor With seaweed in my hair Singing with the sirens songs of love and songs of care. Hand in hand I’m so frightened now. I’m scared to die. Pull me down Where we all drown Leave me where I lie. And I can tell that you are with me As the storm begins to break When the wind is wrapping round me And my heart begins to ache It feels like something’s gone That I never got to grasp was lost down on the seabed In one last choking gasp. And silence is a virtue Or so I have been told So we’ll be oh so quiet In the deep and in the cold And when the ships are gone On rocks they’ve run aground We’ll drift up to the surface Where our songs of love abound Mother of my mothers No matter where I roam I will always look upon the sea And wish that I was home. Lying on the ocean floor With seaweed in my hair Singing with the sirens songs of love and songs of care. take my hand I’m so frightened now. I’m scared to die. Pull me down Where we all drown Leave me where I lie. I thought I was flying But maybe I’m dying now I thought I was swimming But my light is dimming now I thought I was sinking But I am clear thinking now Mother of my mothers No matter where I roam I will always look upon the sea And wish that I was home. Lying on the ocean floor With seaweed in my hair Singing with the sirens songs of love and songs of care. Hold my hand I’m not frightened now. Not afraid to die. Pull me down Where we all drown Leave me where I lie.
Dickens and Quips - Poetry Pod
Each week, poet Dee Dickens discusses a collection of poetry, which is her favourite and introduces you to a Line To Make You Go Ooooh!. She also has a guest on to discuss what they have been up to, poetry and otherwise.
Join her as she wanders round a world of poetry that isn't entirely populated by old, white men.
