The Poem of the Week is 'While the Blackbird Sings' by Dorothy Webb

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This week's Poem of the Week is 'While the Blackbird Sings' by Dorothy Webb, a whimsical tale of wildife and wonder.

The piece is cleverly constructed and while it appears slight and almost musical, it carries a darker tale underneath its nursery rhyme exterior - much like the songs sung on the playgrounds around the world, its juxtaposition of dark theme and light structure are its greatest strength.


Below, Dorothy answers our Q&A;


Where do you look most for inspiration for your poetry?

I have never looked for inspiration - it always comes to me - and is always unexpected (though welcome) and it usually comes from surprising directions.


Apart from poetry, what is one book you would recommend everyone read?

I would never presume to advise anyone - we are all so different.


What is your favourite style of poetry? Do you favour the constraints of sonnets and villanelle or the freedom of free-verse?

I am still learning - i love the flow and repetition of a villanelle - but I have a difficulty with constraints - i like a poem that free flows without obstruction and has a strong rhyming element.


If you could give one piece of writing advice to people what would it be?

Let go --- let your words flow freely - they will choose their own natural path and can be tidied up later. 


What do you look for most in a poem?

I like a poem that has an 'authentic ring' about it.

I like funny ones - they can release a building tension. 

Others that I like are so beautiful that they take me to another zone, much like a dream or trance.

And then there are the ones that are so strong and vivid that they disturb, I can hear, see, and smell their reality. 

The only thing that they all have in common is flow and a sense of rhythm.




While the Blackbird Sings

by Dorothy Webb


Silken thread binds

gossamer wings

wild and high the blackbird sings


gossamer thread

and silken things

to the web a peacock clings


silken web

and fragile wings

on gossamer thread a peacock swings


peacock wings

and spider's web

weave a tale in silken thread


from silken thread

is spun a yarn

a spider's song can do no harm


peacock's wings

in gossamer web

spider spins his silken thread


gossamer wings

and silken thread

tells it's tale -

                             -    the peacocks dead.

◄ 'Unclaimed child' Lemn Sissay wins PEN Pinter prize

My kind of poetry: Bob Beagrie ►


jennifer Malden

Sun 9th Jun 2019 15:55

Congratulations Dorothy! Very clever writing, as better critics than I have already said, it starts out almost like a nursery ryhme, using few words and reapeating them. It becomes every more worrying and then the end! Really loved it.

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john short

Sat 8th Jun 2019 23:15

Deliciously dark - well done on attaining POTW.

<Deleted User> (21487)

Thu 6th Jun 2019 15:56

"I," said the sparrow
"with my bow and arrow"

I remember that from childhood days and, wimp that I am, it made me cry. What a big baby.


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Stu Buck

Thu 6th Jun 2019 13:36

glad this was chosen dorothy it reminds me of the nursery rhymes that seem innocent on the surface then become slowly darker. have you heard of 'who killed cock robin'? that is a perfect example.

<Deleted User> (21487)

Wed 5th Jun 2019 19:42

Thank you for your very kind comment,

Well maybe it could have been a peacock - but a very pale one

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trevor homer

Wed 5th Jun 2019 15:41

Dorothy - never shatter the illusion of the reader [re: your 'confession'] whatever one reads into a poem is true for the reader. xx

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Lisa C Bassignani

Tue 4th Jun 2019 23:31

Congratulations Dorothy! I knew this was a winner for sure.

<Deleted User> (21487)

Tue 4th Jun 2019 20:21

Ray and John

Thank you,
Your support and comments are important to me.

Thank you.

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John Marks

Tue 4th Jun 2019 19:38

What a delightful piece of whimsy - with all the nuts and bolts hidden away too and, as d.K so spiffingly declaims, a web spun by a webb!

Well done Dorothy awfully well-penned!


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Tue 4th Jun 2019 17:22

Nice work Dorothy. Finely drawn portrait . Congratulations!


<Deleted User> (21487)

Tue 4th Jun 2019 16:43

Rich and Jane.
Thank You both for commenting, such encouragement is heartwarming.


<Deleted User> (21818)

Tue 4th Jun 2019 13:58

Congratulations Dorothy! A creativity poem deserving of poem of the week??? This poem takes the reader through a tale from start to finish with rhythm & rhyme...a wonderful read!

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Tue 4th Jun 2019 13:35

Lovely poem Dorothy, well done.

<Deleted User> (21487)

Tue 4th Jun 2019 06:17

Thank you, Martin
So many nice comments, i am overwhelmed, I shall have to go out and buy cake.


<Deleted User> (21487)

Tue 4th Jun 2019 06:11

Thank you Jon.

Thank you for your comment - however, I have a confession to make, The butterfly (shock, horror) was not a peacock, it was a cabbage white, so my imagination was more imaginative than you imagined.


<Deleted User> (21487)

Tue 4th Jun 2019 06:04

OOH! - Fish
You've made me go all over wobbly.

Thank you

<Deleted User> (21487)

Tue 4th Jun 2019 06:02

Peter and KJ.

Thank you for reading, commenting and supporting. I am grateful


KJ. give my love to Fred.

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Martin Elder

Mon 3rd Jun 2019 21:30

congratulations Dorothy well done

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trevor homer

Mon 3rd Jun 2019 20:03

Wonderfully imaginative piece of writing - the whimsical and the macabre weave so well together. Really pleased for you and well deserved. Trevor

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 3rd Jun 2019 19:31

Congratulations, Dorothy. Beautiful.

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Mon 3rd Jun 2019 19:16

Webbly webb done Dorothy!

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kJ Walker

Mon 3rd Jun 2019 18:47

Congratulations. I loved this gem

Cheers Kevin

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Peter Taylor

Mon 3rd Jun 2019 15:45

Congratulations Dorothy – very well deserved.
I enjoyed reading this vivid hallucination!

<Deleted User> (21487)

Mon 3rd Jun 2019 14:57

Thank you, David.

<Deleted User> (21487)

Mon 3rd Jun 2019 14:56

Your comment is an absolute delight - i am spinning with joy.
Thank you so much


Mon 3rd Jun 2019 11:14

In her poem of spiders
we are caught up in the web
of her tale of spiders
which fill the heart with dread
yet isn't it a curiosity
when all is done and said
her poem revolves around ironically
a tale spun by a Webb.

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