Kindred Spirit - The Story of a 1980's Hull Fanzine

Here is another helping of poetry as featured in Kindred Spirit. The first is my own offering and is a poem I felt inspired to write after walking home one Guy Fawkes night circa 1984, whilst bonfire and firework parties were going on all around me. The second poem was featured in issue 3 of Kindred Spirit and the third in issue 2.  I hope you enjoy reading them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Visions of November Waves of murky brown smoke gently ripple over my tousled head, and that rich, intoxicating aroma plays havoc with my senses, conjuring up a thousand vivid memories of chestnuts, brandy snap, childhood aspirations and hot steamy breath evaporating in the night. Unthinkingly I turn to stare at the stark silhouettes of cold bare trees on parade for the night, then a rainbow coloured shower suddenly bursts into view, glittering like tinsel in the chilled November air, until fading, twinkling, dying it flutters down to kiss the g...

As outlined in the first post on this blog , one of my main objectives when starting Kindred Spirit was to provide an outlet for budding poets to showcase their work. Indeed, throughout all four issues of the fanzine the inclusion of poetry remained an important aspect. I have always been a firm believer that variety is the spice of life and I clearly recall making a concerted effort to include poems covering a wide range of topics when making my selections from the hundreds that were sent to me. 34+ years later I look forward to sharing some of the poetry all over again, so to start the ball rolling here are four poems, the latter two being very much of their time (1983-1984). There will be many more to follow over the coming months. After Contemplating a Dulac Illustration by John Tufail Is it death I fear or her attendants? Gathered not from one broken dream, but from many. Fragments. Fragments, dislocated demons. uneasily toget...