About the Author
Fiona grew up in London, England and later, moved to the United States and resides in the desert southwest city of Las Vegas. Her Mother was a part time writer, poet, artist and journalist. Fiona inherited some of the appreciation for these creative pursuits and she draws her inspiration from personal emotional experiences, people close to her heart, and nature. She specifically makes use of nature and landscape in her imagery.
Although she didn’t start until later in life, Fiona loves to write poetry and short stories, and although not formally trained, she hopes to improve and hone her skills with practice.
A Review from an Imaginary Critic
For a beginning poet, Fiona Bossing shows much promise. Her poem “56 Days” contains many couplets and tells the tale of a lost love, a person who enters your life only briefly, but leaves an eternal impression. It is a moving poem which relates the theme of memory to more static everyday things, such as a tape recorder. The end of the poem reflects on the intensity and nature of the relationships we develop with another person, are they really real? Or is the magic built up in the only in the mind of one of the people?
As far as form is concerned, Fiona experiments with both rhyme and non-rhyme in her poetry. Whereas “Isle of Green” has a clear rhyming structure and makes use of alliteration, “The Daisy” does not, being closer to the form of a sonnet and making use of assonance. The imagery used is vivid and descriptive and one can see the influence of her surroundings in the metaphors used. If she guards against using clichés and labored phrases, as well as focusing on showing, rather than telling the reader, Fiona proves to be a promising poet.
A Poem written using a formal structure
Buried deep between thirst-parched cacti, still you bloomed.
A single nucleus of saffron, an alluvial fan of a thousand milky petals,
Every one of your sun-scorched comrades fallen, like soldiers on the battlefield,
Still you bloomed.
A million tiny ants swarm you,
Wear-worn soles trample you,
Seven-thirty-sevens silence you,
Toxic fumes suffocate you,
Monsoon rains drown you,
Still you were perfect.
Like a sphinx rising from the ashes,
Your resilience astounds all wonder.
In this concrete neonopolis of hedonism,
An Explication of a Sonnet
Shakespeare’s SONNET 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet number 18 compares the beloved to a summer’s day. The speaker talks about how the beloved differs from a summer’s day, in that he is more temperate and balanced. Summer can be extreme and hot, and quickly gives way to the crispness of fall, while the beloved is constant in his affection. The sonnet then talks about how eternal the beloved’s beauty is, and that death will never extinguish this beauty since it lives on forever in the sonnet.
I would say the theme of this sonnet is immortality, and the transience of beauty. The speaker describes how death or time will not change the divine beauty of the beloved. For as long as there are people on this earth, who are capable of breathing and reading, the poem (and the reader’s love for the beloved) will live on, making the beloved immortal in his beauty. Shakespeare achieves this through personification, particularly describing nature in human terms.
The form is in classic sonnet style of fourteen lines in regular iambic pentameter. There are two quatrains, and a third quatrain where the poem shifts a little. The final two lines are called a rhyming couplet and completes the sonnet. This sonnet is noted as being a perfect example of a Shakespearian sonnet.
A Poem imitating one of Rumi’s
When you find yourself with the Beloved, embracing for
In that moment you will find your true destiny.
Alas, don’t spoil this precious moment
Moments like this are very, very rare.
From Thief of Sleep
by Shahram Shiva
Potential – by Fiona Bossing
This gift you have
is too momentous not to share,
A rare and fleeting thing, a diamond in the
rough that begs to shine
I wish you could be all you could be.
Genius and madness flirt dangerously
side by side. Outward magnetism masks inward disdain
Like moths to a flame they flock but
you withdraw, retreating to a secret, silent world. For
solitude is your safety net. If only you could see what you could be.
A Poem imitating one by Juliet Wilson (A British, female poet).
Isle of Green – by Fiona Bossing
O, Isle of green! How do I remember
thee? She comes to me in dreams,
of color, hues of red, gold and green.
O, home of my birth, it feels I
have been gone so long!
Oak trees, willows, snow, sun and
rain. You have it all, but by far,
Fall is your greatest season of all.
Golden leaves pile the streets,
frost and dew blanket the fields, but
your beauty it never shields.
Visions of happiness, gaiety and fun,
for this is where life begun.
Faces as familiar as my own, live their lives
as they always have done. And faraway,
I am here, but don’t fear
for she is me and I am her.
Within me, she lives eternal
O beautiful isle of green!
Bio on Juliet Wilson
Juliet Wilson was born in Manchester, England and was educated in Edinburgh, Scotland, the town where she currently resides. She is a poet, writer, blogger, and environmentalist. She is the author of a blog, called “craftygreenpoet”, as well as a writer of her first poetry chapbook, entitled “Bougainvillea Dancing”. Her second chapbook entitled “Unthinkable skies” was published in 2010. Her poetry is influenced by her setting of Scotland, northern England, and a trip to Malawi, as well as conservation, nature and environmental issues.
Juliet Wilson is a contemporary poet, writing at the present time. The following is a quote from a review of Wilson’s work:
“Wilson ultimately does what a great poet must. She confronts the multifaceted “you”–the you that is her grandmother; and also birds that “swoop, soar, swirl”: and, moreover, the land’s magnificence; and she sings of love, and yet also much more, until the reader is pulled into this rainstorm of senses, places and aches. Together they are the water of the heart itself, challenging the silence of drought”.
An additional Poem by Fiona Bossing
You came to me for but
fifty-six days, and still your
memory plays out in me
for all of my days. Like a
tape recorder stuck in one
place, I wonder if I’ll ever leave
Memories of dreams I have no
doubt you will achieve. And what
you gave to me will never be erased.
Inspiration is but the handsomest gift
of all, and after the storm, I am reborn.
Renewed with child-like wonder,
I see everything anew.
My fears faced, because of you,
My greatest love embraced.
Time plays its inevitable game and no doubt
your memory will fade, I wished
you could have stayed for all our days. Was it real?
Was it true? It was, for but only fifty-six days….