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Pathways to  Illumination by Christy Birmingham

Just released and available exclusively at Redmund Productions.

This book is a collection of honest and fresh moments in the journey of a woman starting with her having been seduced into a toxic relationship and ending with her independent, happy, extricated and enlightened

The author uses original and contemporary metaphors to take us with her on her journey to enlightenment. Like little bytes of life. Birmingham steers clear of the trite in favor of multidimensional and crisp imagery and language.

Some of the poems are strong and short, packing a powerful punch. One of my favorites is

“Moments

Moments on top of moments

Shatter

CrumblePTICover

Dance

Chase

Choose

And so we layer them like blankets

And huddle close for warmth,

While we look around for safety pins

And other ways to manage the moment.

…”

And in

“MY SHADOW

While I wrestle

Expertly woven words

Ripe and ready for picking.

…”

the author parlays masterful metaphors with awesome alliteration, both of which make you want to feel the words roll off your tongue. Good poetry delights when spoken.

I am taken by her sensual use of comfort memories (“pruning my skin” in the bath) to that very experience.

I have always been tickled by the phrase “expiry date” and enjoyed her whimsical use of it in “When Life Entered Me”.

Overall, I found this to be a very pleasant read on a soft spring afternoon. I was rooting for the protagonist from the very start. By the end, I found myself smiling bigger and deeper smiles. While it has to be somewhat introspective, it still felt like moments, experiences, emotions that were very familiar to me, and included me, though I’m sure our lives have taken very different paths. It mattered to me, while reading it, whether these poems were born of personal experience or imagination.  Wonderful to find they rose from both.

A cathartic, informative picture of what a toxic relationship can do to us, it serves as both as a wakeup call to avoid such things, as well as a healthy path to disengage from them.

Highly recommended reading!

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a mused meandering…

a mused meandering

a poemy day
ought to be fey,
yet way way cerebral,
to ensure,
what twain shall be severed,
or what paen is sought,
or it is naught.
mindful of “lost”
whence even the best of fellowship falls
into dreary ponderings,
to exclaim
if naught but what is alive be dreamt,
then shall, in the end,
the very misfortune one would flee,
best become the very escape one seeks.

aught, we feel,
ought it be bound to or abided by,
be it pithy or poor.
ours be not but hours of dew,
whereby beyond which worlds of words,
anon, albeit done, do.

so behold the challenge of review,
wherein the pleasure of treasures
beguiled, becomes,
profound,
nay, lost not, anew.

places’ acts, muses’ wanderings
shall retell that when befalling…
clouds’ coherence, lights darkened
tales’ woe, lest harkened.

so celebrate the challenge of review,
wherein the pleasure of treasures
beguiled, becomes,
profound,
nay, lost not, anew.

This piece is inspired by my bard friend, Sir Gigoid’s “Avuncular attempts at erudition“…. Methinks some  may find my poetry too cerebral, as do I, at times. It is, however, a style I rather enjoy – ie opening to the the muse, who then, will allow me to let their words pour forth… My challenge is to translate from the ephemeral language of the muses into something somewhat resembling the words/thoughts in which we humans might find some meaning, imagery or emotion. To me, it feels like the voices of the classic poets from Homer and Sappho, Ovid and Virgil, Keats and  Shelley. Without, perhaps, some of the strict disciplines they employed, such as form and rhyme. This piece, for example, I could tell in plain English in 50 words or less. But what would be the fun in that‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽
Anyhoo, only recently have I found strength of heart to put my words out, in full view. Of that, I am proud!!  My muses and I have many voices. I hope I can delight a few, at least, who dare to read.

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