Both poetry and prose use language in an imaginative way to create vivid images and pictures. Both use a rich array of elements that communicate meaning in a creative manner. Paulette Ramsey
Mothers Make Magic
(For mothers everywhere)
they create magic
they stretch time like endless
that children swing on
to the moon and back
make tuneful onomatopoeia
and put the night on hold,
they keep the day running
as their sons float their kites
on the wind,
games must be played,
with the thread
of magical words,
songs must be sung,
the stars repainted in the sky
everyone must go to the moon
as mothers make magic.
I write prose and poetry. I write because I enjoy using language in different innovative ways. I love the dynamism of words and figures of speech and expressions.
As a childhood I loved to read a lot and this enjoyment of reading gave mean appetite for living in the world of books. I enjoyed the books of Enid Blyton and Andrew Salkey, Everard Palmer , Jean Da Costa and others who drew me into the world of their works.
Because I like to write about Caribbean experiences, place is important for establishing cultural contexts and political and social background.
I do believe that poetry and prose can draw attention to social ills, and try to subtly, and without preaching, suggest the ills that need to be addressed.
I am not writing now but I am thinking about my next novel. I usually carry things in my head.
I am an academic who does research on the injustices faced by people of African descent in Latin America.
My new novel is Letters Home. The title is based on the fact that the novel is made up of letters and diary entries.
I wrote it for about two years and eventually decided I wanted it out there in the public. It focuses on the trials, challenges and problems faced by Windrush people in England in the 60s and 70s.
My next project will be another novel, but you should know I wrote a novel for three years and never bothered to publish it.
My writing process is –I read , think ,then write and rewrite many times.
I would like to win an award one day…
Star Apple Blue and Avocado Green
our star apple tree is old and tired now
so many many years after my
great grandmother planted it
it now leans lazily yet gracefully
against the avocado tree that I planted
ten years ago
interestingly, they each carry stories
of two different generations
in a family that celebrates
our tropical trees with great spirit
my great grandmother loved the star apple’s purple blue skin
and its succulent purple and white flesh
so delicately arranged in a wine coloured bowl
I planted my avocado for its smooth, waxy fruit
that my mother used to feed me
with hot slices of yellow heart roasted breadfruit
they seem to like each other’s company
my avocado tree seems happy to
bear the weight of my great grandmother’s
aged star apple tree with its purple green leaves
the star apple tree is happy to find
friendly support in a young strong trunk
in its last days
so reminiscent of the way great grandmother
loved the company of us young people
as we laughed and chattered around her
in her last days
our two trees seem to like
the cosiness of being snuggled against each other
listening to the soft whisper of their leaves
brushing against each other
in the quiet green breeze
sometimes I watch them with envy
I contemplate joining them
but then I wonder
who will I lean on
my avocado, or great grandmother’s star apples?
for now, I’m content to just watch them
or close my eyes and imagine myself
sitting in the V where they meet
surrounded by star apple blue and avocado green
flowers and colours, my colours of life and joy.