I am pleased to announce that one of my poems, Do The Dead Call? from my novel, Mystery Of The Death Hearth, has been included in a special series organized by the University of Arkansas Press in celebration of National Poetry Month in April.
The selected poems will be read on KUAF Public Radio, part of the National Public Radio (NPR) digital network.
I’ll post the schedule for the reading when it’s released.
Learn more about KUAF radio, Fayetteville, Arkansas at http://kuaf.com/.
Succumbing to temptation, a small group of conspirators scheme to procure a sacred Celtic site by eliminating all obstacles—including the Celtic stewards. This is one of several twisting plot lines in The Corpsemakers, the WIP manuscript for the second book in the Runevision Mystery series.
Just as in the first book, The Mystery Of The Death Hearth, each chapter is preceded by a poem or short narrative setting the mood and tone. Here’s one:
Oh, Greed, so obvious your smile;
Want and Desire so blatant.
Reveal your Lust for material gain,
Of Profit and minted coin.
Omitting Oaths you have foresworn
As the pucker of your Aspirations
Lead you into Darker stations.
Easy answer: Any source that inspires a poem.
The writing process for me is the same be it poem, short story or novel. When ideas come, I scribble down a line or two capturing the essence of my initial thought then work it until complete. Capture the idea. Write the first draft. Rewrite and edit until satisfied.
In The Mystery Of The Death Hearth the poem ideas come from the story line. Each chapter opens with a poem or short narrative serving as a clue or mood-setter for not only that chapter but for the entire story.
In Chapter 24 for example, a key character—a hired assassin—reluctantly accepts a new target given by his employer. The opening poem sets the tone. After completing the chapter, the idea for the poem appeared and I jotted it down on my notepad. Here’s a rendition of the original idea.
Death knocked upon the door.
The workman stood most weary;
Tired and spent without rest from labor dark and dreary.
Time he felt to quit this job, his muscles knotted, tired and sore.
Just one more thing he had to do:
Answer the knock upon his door.