MARY SHEEPSHANKS: THINNING GRAPES
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MARY SHEEPSHANKS: DANCING BLUES TO SKYLARKS
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|MARY SHEEPSHANKS: THINNING GRAPES|
THINNING GRAPES is the reprint of a collection first published in 1992, and, as far as I know, the poems have not been revised or selected. Perhaps Mary Sheepshanks has moved on in the last ten years; she's a talented poet so the chances are, she has. Her work in this collection is always tuneful, imaginative and accessible:
White horses terrorize the trees stampede through grass with gold names flowing while wakes of seagulls keen their grief to witness Autumn's violent going.It is this 'predictable' tunefulness that demotes, just a little, the quality of her work. Her themes are often of sorrow, of deeply felt loss, yet the full impact of the poems is often lessened by a tendency to contain each stanza within a prosodic bow — from THE FROZEN CONGREGATION:
Don't listen to the crying in the darkness Don't let anybody know that you can hear. Close your heart to loneliness and fear.When Sheepshanks loosens her hold on insistent, neat rhyme, her poetry communicates at a deeper level — JUMPING ON SHADOWS:
An afternoon of raucous sun, unruly clouds: I watch my children playing tig with shadows steering bright boats of laughter to race their stretched black sails across cut grass; they chase and try to hold a fleeting message down with plimsolled feet.THINNING GRAPES is an attractive collection. I would like, though, to read more recent work — to see how much this able poet has developed in the last decade.
|reviewer: Michael Bangerter.|
|MARY SHEEPSHANKS: DANCING BLUES TO SKYLARKS|
An established novelist, Mary Sheepshanks is also well on her way to becoming recognized as a poet. DANCING BLUES TO SKYLARKS — nicely produced, flat-spined and with a glossy, illustrated cover — is her fourth poetry collection.
While I'm reading it, I get the impression that I have encountered a real and thoroughly nice person. Perhaps it's especially her love of nature that appeals to me, her delight in animals, trees and flowers. The list of birds that Sheepshanks describes or addresses or at least mentions is rather long, for such a slender volume as this, and includes wild geese, goldcrests, a merlin, swallows, skylarks, kingfishers and red kites. The lovely, happy Huldine, prematurely dead, is clearly another bird, but we're not told what species she belonged to. Gandalf the Grey, on the other paw, is obviously a cat whose story has a happy end. Sheepshanks lives in the Yorkshire Dales, a place which provides inspiration for much of her lyrical work.
Apart from these "Yorkshire pieces", Sheepshanks writes with great feeling about human individuals, as well as classical music. She also reveals a knack of writing skilful humorous verse, for example the delightfully gruesome THE SNAILEPHANT, a Heffalump-like creature that thinks
little girls make quite a tasty lunch.Form and style are mostly traditional, with many deftly handled assonances and true rhymes. Some visual images work extremely well: the goldcrests have
mini miners' lamps strapped on to tiny headsand, in a poem set in an Italian valley for a change, cypresses become
splashed exclamation marksWhat may be read as the only religious piece in this collection ends with the prayer
label me with your address that in the end I may return to you.If there is any weakness here, it may be a certain conventional slant. Perhaps Sheepshanks should be encouraged to experiment with some freer forms occasionally. I also note that she has a tendency to overemphasize her points — usually towards the end of a poem, as if she didn't quite trust her readers to notice them otherwise. Also, I feel in duty bound to explain that "meteorite" isn't strictly speaking a synonym for "meteor". A meteorite is a mineral chunk which reaches our planet after the rest of a meteor has been burnt up in the atmosphere. It's the burning bit that we notice in the sky, and label "meteor" or "shooting star".
|reviewer: Susanna Roxman.|