'Oil Waves' is the writing blog of Wes Viola, a pen name of Wes White.
A Glastonian now living and working in London, Wes is an Elder Bard of Ynys Witrin (Glastonbury), having won the title in 2015.
He is an alumnus of Goldsmiths' Creative & Life Writing MA and was the 2013 poetry winner at Wells Literary Festival.
An alphabetical repent of Eden, with a cameo appearance by a prehistoric whale.
Apple bitten, Code defied. Eden flitten, (Garden hide). In justice’s keeping: Labour, multiplication; now. Of paradise's quarrel reaping - Serpent’s tongue: uncertain vow. Why cross, YHWH? Zeuglodonta! Apple bitten, Labour now.
On April 1st this year, spurred by 'NaPoWriMo' (National/Global Poetry Writing Month) which challenges writers to produce a poem a day, I finally began my fool's journey through the letters of the alphabet, writing a poem a day (more or less) for each of the 26 letters known to English speakers today.
After some crossing some hurdles I finally made it to 'Z' on the first of July.
The rest of the sequence is now taken down for editing (and publisher-seeking), but the first drafts of 'A' 'B' and 'C' appear below; after an idea of an illustration for the letter 'A'.
A crack in the cave wall – an aperture to a view with a horizon. A capped pyramid. A mountain. A man made of clay. A scaffold, a plough, an ox. A ram. A road. Anything: a five-pointed star. Anything: a dance in the heavens. Anything: Aphrodite. Anything: an acorn. Anything: all girls’ names. Also, an apple and you should always take an apple with you at the beginning of adventures, especially a …
When we named you ‘red’, We didn’t have a name For that stain on your chest and face; Your unashamed orange blush That says, “I have something to say”.
Down the centuries, we’ve made you friendly, Here in the land of Goodfellow,
And that Hood fellow. Leaving you unharmed In countless nods to folklore: Closer, Closer. Sit on our garden tools.
So say it you do. You come to us, here with the voice of the brook, Singing phrases we will never understand.