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Girl Golem

Girl Golem

Girl Golem

Rachael’s parents arrived in the UK, from Ukrainian Russia, as toddlers, together with their parents in 1912 & 1914. Heritage and sense of being other, are the threads that run through her new poetry pamphlet, Girl Golem. She draws on family, childhood and loss, as well as a visit to her ancestral homeland. Her perspective is quirky and peppered with humour. Girl Golem is published by 4Word Press   http://www.4word.org/titles/  £7 inc P&P.

Testimonials

‘These thought provoking and deftly crafted poems are a playful and powerful examination of identity, sexuality, heritage and family dynamics’.  

 Julia Webb

 ‘In these evocative, spirited poems, Clyne implicitly argues for faith in our own humanity and for the richness of difference.’       

 Carrie Etter

 ‘Rachael’s poetry, accumulates a series of tensions within her Sixties free-spirited identity and Jewish heritage.’            

David Caddy

 
Girl Golem

The night they blew life into me, I clung
bat-like to the womb-wall. A girl golem,
a late bonus, before its final egg dropped.
I divided, multiplied, my hand-buds bloomed,
tail vanished up its own coccyx, the lub-dub
of my existence bigger than my nascent head.

I was made as a keep-watch,
in case new nasties tried to take us away.
The family called me chutchkele, their little cnadle,
said I helped to make up for lost numbers –
as if I could compensate for millions.

With my x-ray eyes, I saw I was trapped
in a home for the deaf and blind, watched them
blunder into each other’s craziness. My task,
to hold up their world, be their assimilation ticket,
find a nice boy and mazel tov – grandchildren!

But I was a hotchpotch golem, a schmutter garment
that would never fit, trying to find answers
without a handbook. When I turned eighteen,
I walked away, went in search of my own kind,
tore their god from my mouth.

 

Three Piece Suite

Mother, the rickety chair, teeters,
needs a wedge to steady her.
A chair from the Old Country,
carried on backs, luggage racks, smuggled

across borders. Father, a wooden ironing board,
hides in the under-stairs cupboard; lost
in the hiss of his steam-iron, whistle
of hearing aids and bash of his klomper.

Grandma, the pouffe, leathery, round; smells
of olives, lemon tea and shit
on shaky fingers – keeps teeth in her
dressing gown pocket. Between chair,

ironing board and pouffe,
I, their horseshoe magnet,
bristle with pins.

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Singing at the Bone Tree

Singing at the Bone Tree

Our journey to reclaim the wild self, inevitably encounters frustration and grief for our treatment of the Earth, as well as its beauty. But if you accept what is, if you listen and watch – the wild reveals itself and responds through our imagination.

‘Clyne’s poems are as earthy, rich, feral as the landscapes she writes about. Woven through all of them is the theme of digging to the bedrock, the bones – of human, of land. Her concerns are territory, boundaries, fences – and how we might slip through the wires. At times, as in the final poem, she achieves a near-shapeshift before our eyes.’  Roselle Angwin

  Rachael’s new collection was a winner of the 2013 Geoff Stevens Memorial Prize and is published by Indigo Dreams Publications ISBN 978-1-909357-51-8   Price £7.99 – Purchase from www.indigodreamsbookshop.com/#/rachael-clyne/4584569249

Marking Territories

It’s the usual room-shuffle claiming our spot proximity to loo preferred mug. Outside, brash wind monochrome mountains tussocks of grass, gorse. But we are all fenced-in wired to worked out ways territory divided: rooms, heath. Mine is the outcrop near the bone tree three gates, two fields, four fences away Our task: to slip through the wires.

Cailleach

A nameless mountain fractured, ravaged, felled she keeps faith, limping along with her tattered, scattered miracles of grace, birdsong, wordsong. Her list of kin is long, but she utters each and every name sharp as swift’s trill mellow as curlew soft as sedge. Her knowledge cries through the dark like whinny and drum of snipe traces withfeathered fingers licks moth-soft at our hearing.

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Breaking the Spell

Breaking the Spell
Breaking the Spell

Breaking the Spell arose from Rachael’s own recovery from low self-esteem, as well as her client work. She draws on a variety of approaches: cognitive behavioural methods, addiction recovery work, spiritual and creative techniques.

Sharing her personal experience gives Breaking the Spell a sense of equality and depth. It explains how self-esteem operates and offers ways of changing destructive behaviour patterns. Each chapter gives activities for developing a more loving sense of self.

Practical and wise -an essential book for anyone seeking to understand and heal low self-esteem.“(Dr William Bloom)

I recently bought Breaking the Spell; it has moved me to tears of identification and relief…. on Crewe station of all places. Powerful stuff!” “A lovely, well laid out & empowering book, it helped me tremendously both personally & professionally.


Price £8 (inclusive of p&p) ISBN: 9781500949792 – Kindle edition £4.20
Available via www.amazon.co.uk. 
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