Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

Biography

Deanna Rodger

Featured Poem:

To Taliesin

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His eyes contain a universe. His pupils,

Black holes,

Pull into the freedom of no thing.

Beauty belongs in the simple being of him

His beauty could never pass into nothingness,

Because his beauty is in the blessing of harvest

And the curse of drought,

The muscle of proud mountains

And the reflective depth in buried lakes,

The shallow tips of waterfalls and icebergs.

The sea, the surge of waves, the thrashing of fish,

The storms of sand and snow,

The scents of breathe from flower’s lips.

His beauty is tucked into the circumference of earth,

The rough fringe and chiselled edge,

The battered corners,

The stitched seam line where blue meets green.

He see’s the season’s elements and holds arms up, palms wide to greet them;

A passionate embrace with Summer,

A hasty shake with Winter,

A blooming smile for Spring and a court for the fall of Autumn.

His beauty is in the hush of the old trees that keep stories rooted in the freedom of the sky.

Coarse trunks stabled by time,

Swayed to the excitement of new leaves that leap courageously and float in current winds.

His beauty is in his music, his movement, his hand married to a lion’s face and experience wrapped round his pulse, his dance

His art; his disregard for perfection, within perfection;

His liberty to begin again;

The chaotic cohesion of shapes and patterns, the recycled existence of inspiration, him

Sturdy

Left behind tooth, dry shaven side burns, curls that turn to fire in showers and lashes that lay like lazy wishes, timeless smiles, forgiveness, spirit, the deeds that define it. Peace.

His beauty is the defencelessness of sleep

it lulls my stare of disbelief and lifts my gravity from its intention to distribute it across him, across his plains, his lands, his mountains and oceans and like eagles and sharks, sights are high, for his eyes are the blue cloaks of this earth’s universe and each pupil harbours an insatiable depth that takes light from everything and replenishes it as each blink gives birth to a star.

Each tear wipes clear the dark fear of nothing for beauty, simply belongs in the being of him.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

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  • Reflection (3)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
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Biography

Deanna Rodger is an actor and spoken word poet. She is the youngest UK Poetry Slam Champion (2007/8) and completed vocational acting training in The National Youth Theatres (NYT) REP Company 2012.

She has written and performed as a poet and actor in 2012 Olympic Team Welcome Ceremonies (NYT commission), Buckingham Palace (NYT commission), Speakers House (NYT commission), 10 Downing street (somewhere to_ commission) and Honey Coated Dream (Lyric Hammersmith commission) as well as delivering two TedX performances (Southwark and EastEnd). She has recently completed the audio book recording of ‘Feral Youth’ by Polly Courtney and is currently writing her one woman show ‘LondonMatter’ which has received support from POP Productions (IdeasTap, Sky Arts), Roundhouse Camden, The Albany and the Arts Council.

She is co founder of two popular spoken word events Chill Pill and Come Rhyme With Me (Spread the Word, New Writing South) and is in poetry collectives: Point Blank Poets (Biennale UK Artist International award 2011) and Keats House Poetry Forum, as well as leading on Podium Poets (Spread The Word) and workshops in and around the UK.

Deanna Rodger

Biography

Deanna Rodger is an actor and spoken word poet. She is the youngest UK Poetry Slam Champion (2007/8) and completed vocational acting training in The National Youth Theatres (NYT) REP Company 2012.

She has written and performed as a poet and actor in 2012 Olympic Team Welcome Ceremonies (NYT commission), Buckingham Palace (NYT commission), Speakers House (NYT commission), 10 Downing street (somewhere to_ commission) and Honey Coated Dream (Lyric Hammersmith commission) as well as delivering two TedX performances (Southwark and EastEnd). She has recently completed the audio book recording of ‘Feral Youth’ by Polly Courtney and is currently writing her one woman show ‘LondonMatter’ which has received support from POP Productions (IdeasTap, Sky Arts), Roundhouse Camden, The Albany and the Arts Council.

She is co founder of two popular spoken word events Chill Pill and Come Rhyme With Me (Spread the Word, New Writing South) and is in poetry collectives: Point Blank Poets (Biennale UK Artist International award 2011) and Keats House Poetry Forum, as well as leading on Podium Poets (Spread The Word) and workshops in and around the UK.

Featured Poem:

To Taliesin

Enlarge poem

His eyes contain a universe. His pupils,

Black holes,

Pull into the freedom of no thing.

Beauty belongs in the simple being of him

His beauty could never pass into nothingness,

Because his beauty is in the blessing of harvest

And the curse of drought,

The muscle of proud mountains

And the reflective depth in buried lakes,

The shallow tips of waterfalls and icebergs.

The sea, the surge of waves, the thrashing of fish,

The storms of sand and snow,

The scents of breathe from flower’s lips.

His beauty is tucked into the circumference of earth,

The rough fringe and chiselled edge,

The battered corners,

The stitched seam line where blue meets green.

He see’s the season’s elements and holds arms up, palms wide to greet them;

A passionate embrace with Summer,

A hasty shake with Winter,

A blooming smile for Spring and a court for the fall of Autumn.

His beauty is in the hush of the old trees that keep stories rooted in the freedom of the sky.

Coarse trunks stabled by time,

Swayed to the excitement of new leaves that leap courageously and float in current winds.

His beauty is in his music, his movement, his hand married to a lion’s face and experience wrapped round his pulse, his dance

His art; his disregard for perfection, within perfection;

His liberty to begin again;

The chaotic cohesion of shapes and patterns, the recycled existence of inspiration, him

Sturdy

Left behind tooth, dry shaven side burns, curls that turn to fire in showers and lashes that lay like lazy wishes, timeless smiles, forgiveness, spirit, the deeds that define it. Peace.

His beauty is the defencelessness of sleep

it lulls my stare of disbelief and lifts my gravity from its intention to distribute it across him, across his plains, his lands, his mountains and oceans and like eagles and sharks, sights are high, for his eyes are the blue cloaks of this earth’s universe and each pupil harbours an insatiable depth that takes light from everything and replenishes it as each blink gives birth to a star.

Each tear wipes clear the dark fear of nothing for beauty, simply belongs in the being of him.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (3)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Comments

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