INDIGO DREAMS PUBLISHING LTD

 

Fokkina McDonnell was born in the Netherlands and has lived in the UK for most of her adult life.  

 

Her poems have been broadcast, widely anthologised and published on-line as well as in magazines, including Orbis, Magma, The North, Poetry News, The Frogmore Papers, The Journal, Strix.

 

Competition successes include winning the 2012 RedPage Sonnet Prize. She has a special interest in haiku and tanka.

 

Her debut collection 'Another life' was published by Oversteps Books (2016). Fokkina blogs at www.acaciapublications.co.uk.

 

Poetry

 

138 x 216mm

 

64 pages

 

£9.99 + P&P UK

 

ISBN 978-1-912876-22-8

 

PUB: 25/11/2019

 

 

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Fokkina McDonnell

 

 

“The strength of Fokkina McDonnell's second collection lies in her  command of an idiom sufficiently fluid and flexible for her to explore widely without any sense of strain: and her awareness of the ambiguities of language can accommodate the mildly surreal as easily as the acutely observed and felt.  

 

She weaves a pattern of recurring threads – family  and other relationships, a feeling for the natural world (a whole aviary, the sea, land creatures, a cornucopia of fruit) and locations from East Anglia and Manchester to Holland and China go alongside a keen  appreciation of artists, with paintings triggering a number  of the poems.  

 

Hers is a voice of light tones, but also measured  utterance: gratifyingly, the result is greater than the sum of its parts.”     Lawrence Sail

 

 

 

Ferry crossing

 

Two people sit at a table by an oblong picture window.

Sun lights up their hands which are curled round coffee cups.

 

The window is made of safety glass. There have been

announcements: location of lifebelts, life rafts, long

    and short blast of a horn.

 

While words are hidden at the obscure side of imagination,

other people are queuing for lunch or buying alcohol

    in the shop.

 

The folded hands are the back of playing cards, The Queen of Spades, operas, novellas, the shortest of short stories.

 

It’s not strange to see these cards turn into sea gulls.

A white ferry is a city where nothing is permanent.

 

 

 

Leaving Czechoslovakia, 1964

 

When we reached the border

in her small red Trabant

our cases were lighter: the pleated dresses,

jeans we’d given to aunts and nieces;

our footsteps behind us on the mountain

where we walked with her family

up towards the border with Poland,

our plimsolls wet, our hair lank from drizzle;

sweet and savoury Knedlicky we’d eaten;

songs we’d sung, drunk on vodka,

already flown, small skittering birds;

the yellow Objizdka sign in Prague diverting us

into the path of a funeral, black plumed horses.

The border guards with their guns gather

around us as we try again to open the boot,

our stiff smiles telling us not to think

of the airmail letters for America

hidden under the back seat.

 

 

 

The twins have set up a tattoo parlour

 

Some say it was self-inflicted;

he was tired of his demanding job.

Cosmas says he lost the right arm

in an accident at sea. He asks

me to sign a short disclaimer.

Damian is upstairs doing admin.

Cosmas pulls out a handful

of small beetles, insects, dragonflies

from the pockets on his legs.

I find it hard to choose among

swirling grey wings, shuttling black.

I thought a swift or starling?

Cosmas looks doubtful. He can

do a crow from memory. Yellow

eyes, curved beak, he says,

plucky legs. I can only nod.

 

 

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Cover image "The Departure" by Graham Kingsley Brown, reproduced with kind permission of Elizabeth G. Brown © Copyright 2011, all rights reserved.