INTERVIEW with A.J. King on Her NEW Poetry Book!

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The human eye can see everything around us. But what about our inner self – the one saddled with fears and desires, doubts and dreams? Are these emotions destined to be locked away in our hearts and our minds? In Monochrome Fervour, A J King shines a light on our universal experiences – unrequited love, the ebb and flow of past memories, and the undying power of hope and triumph.

These 38 poems illustrate the human condition in all of its unvarnished complexity. Every emotional high and low, every shattered dream and vanquished nightmare, every undelivered blessing and eradicated burden are all distilled into A J Kings powerful words. Through vivid imagery informed by her unique experiences, Monochrome Fervour explores the contours and nuances of the human experience in a way that few others can.


Okay, let’s get started here. What put you on the path of writing?

I started writing poetry out of the blue, after I read a book of poetry called ‘With Love’ by the British actor Richard Beckinsale (father of actress Kate Beckinsale), which was published after his death. His words really resonated with me, and inspired me to express my feelings in verse. I had previously struggled to say how I felt and I found this an almost cathartic process.

Sometimes one book can change everything! Care to share a few of your poetic muses?

Poets whose work I have enjoyed: Siegfried Sassoon, WH Auden, and Emily Dickinson. Although I don’t think we recognise song lyrics enough for their poetic content, I constantly quote song lyrics.

And how about the inspiration for Monochrome Fervour in particular?

I decided to put some of the poems in a book (this book) whilst I was writing the second book of the Trilogy The Power Vested in Me, in which I state that this book has been written by one of the characters. Possibly in some sort of twisted way I subconsciously think if people hate the poems, I can blame them on the character. I’m hiding behind him I suppose. I’m releasing the poems before book 2, so we’ll see how that goes.

That is certainly an interesting approach! What are some of the themes you chose to focus on while writing this?

The poems are about love, life, hope, despair, rejection. Some have been written in my very darkest hours and others are my observations on life and people through personal experiences. When I read them, they are almost like a diary, bringing back specific times in my life.

These are all great themes that also happen to be highly universal. What’s your writing process typically like?

When I write my novels I am very disciplined, having noted down ideas, researched them, and set aside time to put them onto paper. The poems are different, being very much of the moment, born of a happening or a thought or an emotion.

 

I noticed a little scorpion on the cover. I’m sure there’s a symbolic reason for this.

Yes. Because I am a Scorpio, the character in the book is a Scorpio and it’s called monochrome because we (Scorpio’s) are very black and white.

I love it when covers contain a “poem” in and of themselves! Anyway, we’ve reached the end of this interview. Thank you so much for speaking to me about your lovely collection of poetry!


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Monochrome Fervour is now available on Amazon.
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Muse, I C ♬(poem)♪

My recent concert experience in poetic form…

A squadron of musical notes hitch rides
on silver dust motes amid light-streaked mist.
An autumnal draft carries melodic fragments onto my dry skin,
Each pore drinks until notes and grime are no more.

Micro boats in my bloodstream
set swift sail to my heart—
But the beat of the drums hit
its shores full-force first,
offsetting its own rhythm,
making a pulsating crescendo of my chest.

Several trebles uncoil from the stage
and crowd-surf straight to my tapping lace-up boots,
Then slither up each leg,
my midriff, torso, goosebumped neck,
and infiltrate my eyes.

All I see is a muse on fire.
The final song’s gasoline.
The effervescent wings
that spontaneously burst
from my back, unscathed.

I hover above the cataclysm for a moment longer,
then head to the home that will feel less like home now.
I’ll be washing off ashes from my eyelids for days—
And even then, the mosaic windows to my soul will never be the same.

© 2016 – Eva PoeteX

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