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- Herausgeber: Nine Arches Press
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
The Snow Globe is Jenny Pagdin's powerful, sensitive and stark debut collection. Written from first-hand experience, under the glass dome of postpartum psychosis, her poetry depicts a fearsome, glittering inner storm of severe mental illness during new motherhood, moving through illness, through snow flurry and sunshine, to a place of recovery and love. Threaded through this book are illuminating and courageous poems that settle and unsettle in equal measure. They cluster moth-like around spiritual and mythical figures, unravelling and remaking themselves with needlework and yarn, threaded along shorelines and under starry night skies. Jenny Pagdin's skilful and attentive use of a variety of forms reflects multiple and jarring realities – with poems dancing their own chaotic, fragmented and strange glinting beauty towards resolution.
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The Snow Globe
The Snow Globe
Jenny Pagdin
ISBN: 978-1-913437-86-2
eISBN: 978-1-913437-87-9
Copyright © Jenny Pagdin, 2024.
Cover artwork: ‘The faces of love’ © Mark Rowden, 2023.
www.wingedlionpress.com.au
All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, recorded or mechanical, without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Jenny Pagdin has asserted her right under Section 77 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
First published February 2024 by:
Nine Arches Press
Unit 14, Sir Frank Whittle Business Centre,
Great Central Way, Rugby.
CV21 3XH
United Kingdom
www.ninearchespress.com
Printed on recycled paper in the United Kingdom by: Imprint Digital.
Nine Arches Press is supported using public funding by Arts Council England.
For Nicholas, who held us when we were falling
Contents
Definition of love
Family planning (i)
Night crossing (i)
‘Boy of Jenny Pagdin’
Newborn
Gore
Under the milk trance
Ma Lightkeeper’s prayer
Heavenly
On Whom the Rain Comes Down
Woolgathering
What the weather plans to do
Insanity
Not tawny, never brass
Ursa Major
What to pack for the Caldbeck Mother & Baby Unit
Night crossing (ii)
Unsent SMS
They don’t warn you about the good bits:
Voice of the fire setter
Snow globe
In sickness and in health
Selkie mother
Abilify 15mg: half a tablet daily
The music stops and my chair is gone
Crista
God enjoyeth that He is our moder
Metamorphosis
Discharge day
Definition of hope
Say that my illness were a fairy child
The friendship prescription
Hospital time
The healing
Houses
Cottage garden
Family planning (ii)
James and the catkins
The NHS is no place for witchery
Milk-tooth
Landskein
Snowstorm
Snow scene
Homecoming
Intercession
How to do your needlework
The Book of Thank You
Acknowledgements and Thanks
About the author and this book
Definition of love
Old English, related to leave and lief
Verbal noun: something known by its actions
(as the wind is); noun: nothing (in a contest);
the press of breath against a diver’s chest
(symptoms include insomnia, digestive tension);
the invisible movement of lips on
lips forgetting to breathe. Verb trans: to be possessed
beyond all reason: not by one as he really exists
but he as if remade by your devotion.
Verb intrans: to be one with the birds in flight
and one with the deer that skit across the forest floor;
to touch skin along warm skin and make no break
unless he turns in sleep (cf. bulbs at night
that gleam in the darkened greenhouse, warm and sure;
nubbed roots which intertwine in earth). Antonym: heartache.
Family planning (i)
Pregnancy test
my voice
telling your Daddy
high as a zeppelin
__________________
__________________
your faint shadow
setting sail at
the tiny porthole
__________________
__________________
our three lives
turned in a kaleidoscope
shaken and shaken
until they fall
Night crossing (i)
Labour
And when she took away the gas & air I didn’t
know how I’d get across to the next one,
heavy, pressed bare against the rails, my hand
still grasping for the mask. I never cried
until she stitched me up – it’s like a jigsaw.
You beached upon my chest – latching.
‘Boy of Jenny Pagdin’
Navel clamped like a sandwich bag
forehead wax-red
wild arms stir the air. Branches.
