Volcano

Volcano
Last night the mouth of the earth spewed up fire. 

One girl said she felt strange, her limbs heavy. 
She said her blood, "felt like turning into honey."

When she burst into blossom we were on the volcano.
Her cry was more like a trumpet, it came out of mouth
turning from mouth into petalled coronet.

The end of it was nothing 
but the tremble of a white flower on a vine.

JL Williams

from Condition of Fire (Exeter, Shearsman, 2011). 

Reproduced by permission of the publisher.
JL Williams

JL Williams has been published in journals including Poetry Wales, The Wolf, Edinburgh Review, Magma, Fulcrum and Stand.  Her poetry has been translated into Greek, French, Polish, Spanish and Dutch and she has translated poetry from Spanish and Greek.

Her poems have been featured in the New Writing Scotland 30 Anthology and in the SPL’s Best Scottish Poems 2011 and 2013 Anthologies.  She is particularly interested in cross-form work and has collaborated with artists, musicians and filmmakers.  She was awarded a grant from the Scottish Arts Council for a poetry collaboration entitled chiaroscuro pentimenti and the Edwin Morgan Travel Bursary from the Scottish Arts Trust.

In September 2009 Williams journeyed to the Aeolian Isles to write a collection inspired by Ovid’s Metamorphoses called Condition of Fire, published by Shearsman Books in 2011.  Her second collection, Locust and Marlin (Shearsman, 2014), explores the idea of home and where we come from.  Locust and Marlin was shortlisted for the Saltire Society 2014 Poetry Book of the Year Award.

JL Williams plays in the band Opul and is Programme Manager at the Scottish Poetry Library.

www.jlwilliamspoetry.co.uk

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