27 thoughts on “Selected Poems by Fiona Pitt-Kethley

  1. I have read the first four poems:
    Sky Ray Lolly
    Baby Doll
    Pigeons
    Thoughts After a Burglary

    And I am struck by a new genre of daughterly feisty, Martian willy genre of free verse, compelling, female-Lawrencian like his Snake, and slightly not so much wordchip on the shoulder but off the block.

  2. THE FOX
    A title DHL used but …
    Not snake free verse but niftily sharp foxy rhyming couplets, and more father-daughter references and a comparison of fox and man.
    These are the sort of poems I enjoy. Word-textured and feistily crisp.

  3. THE ECUMENICAL MOVEMENT

    “(I liked the geometry or our garden
    — first, the square washing-line that wouldn’t spin,
    then the two apple trees set in the lawn
    forming a triangle with the pear outside
    the circle of a fairy ring.)”

    A longer poem, a classic, I guess, full of idiosyncratic daughterly observations of even more idiosyncratic parents, particularly the father and his connection with those wearing mitres and the fallibilities of eccentrics through illicit sex and other mischance of character – or reading Poe, as the poet herself seems to have done? Assuming this is based on the theme and variations of real life?
    I felt dirtied by some of this, but all memories, whoever you are, are more often dirtied by hindsight and time, than not, I’d say. But hindsight never ends, the gestalt never clinched.

  4. TAKING OFF

    …by girls at school, ankle socks or what? A stick-in-the-mind poem that insinuates down the page with enjambment. I’ll have to look back at it to see if it rhymed. Doubt it. Thank goodness.

  5. RED FISH

    “and ice-white Chilly Willy lollies.”

    A hilarious theme and variations on a cellophane fish that emotionally curls… involving choice words on the coming of gender sex…
    A chilly day in real-time April, too, as I read this poem.

  6. SWIMMING BATHS

    “My school’s pool was politer.
    We had to empty our bladders first,…”

    This book is genuinely one whereby poetry would become popular if given access to readers who were made to read it first, before realising they are actually enjoying it. Seriously.
    You won’t forget this poem easily, those days when children in the 1950s, like me, wore floppy, sometimes knitted, cossies. The redolence of open pools and limbs.

    • Author’s interim comment elsewhere: “The Pic is of Sky Ray Lolly, Kindle Version. Another very accessible one. All my old work on Kindle or in Amazon paperbacks now as most was out of print.”
      I have still many poems to read in this Kindle of ‘Selected Poems’. Quite a find, so far.

  7. CHARITY

    “its Scripture Room was always stuffed with knits”

    The mind boggles!
    Seriously, a great poem, stunning kaleidoscopically pungent language, deploying poetically the school, the community and social angles of charity doing with a retro feel of Richmal Crompton (William Brown) and Evadne Price (Jane Turpin).

  8. THE HIDDEN PERSUADERS
    PRIVATE PARTS

    The next two poems seem to have titles that are hand in glove.
    Also the poet persuaded to be unbrainwashed Michelangelo, the artist’s pencil’s “caress” towards a lifestudy penis, or God’s towards Adam’s finger?

  9. A PIECE OF JADE

    A treatment of pretentiousness as being up your arse.
    The poet has not yet stumbled upon this review of her work, I guess.
    I have not heard any grumpy explosions or even cries of delight.
    Most writers love my famous gestalt reviews.
    Free verse themselves. With or without
    Enjambment. Or pretentiousness.

  10. CHERRY TREES

    “Superbly philistine, they saw each play
    In terms of overtime,…”

    I manhandle these poems for their own sake, checking each one off glibly for this review. They deserve better. If I earnt money doing this, I would make a better job of showcasing them, no doubt.

  11. FRENCH CONNECTION

    I just read a poem, believe or not, about buying a vibrator in a shop, then relating it to a mandrake (John Donne’s? A screaming one?) and then having to show it to security at a cinema in case it is an IRA bomb!

  12. LA VIE BOHÈME

    “Carrying canvasses is quite an art –”

    Blasė about posing for famous artists who like me have been made to old to do anything, white rhino then….

    Talking about men,,,
    COCKROACHES

    “rode on velvet jackets, drowned in gin.”

    In the old days one wrote poems about such things under fridges.
    Now we do it on Facebook.

  13. NIGHT LONDON

    “Next day’s papers
    lay in the great old stations, fresh with print.”

    A breathless evocation of land London’s streets around cinema and theatre, passing through time like the lad I once was who thought it was a great adventure the first time I could do it on my own. Now I am marooned safe at home amid my own internal night, a night just as risky as London at night?

  14. THE MIRROR CRACK’D

    “….self-heal
    and yellow bird’s foot trefoil. Some cows
    looked on across a fence.”

    Bathos of seeking celebrity autographs upon their filming near a Kentish stately home.
    We are all human. We can too easily miss out a letter and let the ancient poet in us replace it with an apostrophe.

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