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After the Battle of Kingsway, the bees: a study in New Age Renaissance mythos.

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: After the Battle of Kingsway, the bees

Author: Renée Sarojini Saklikar

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2016

Pages: 16

“Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.”
- from The Battle of Evermore by Led Zeppelin

An incredible tour de force in quiet antithesis sleeps in aprés de guerre, After the Battle of Kingsway, the bees a New Age Renaissance poem by Renée Sarojini Saklikar. Poet Saklikar is a Canadian teacher at Simon Fraser University and helps run the poetry openstage Lunch Poems. She writes thecanadaproject, has won awards and is published in anthologies, journals, and chapbooks. Poet Saklikar is Poet Laureate for Surrey, British Columbia.

The long poem begins in aftermath, perhaps a broken love affair, an argument, escalated into war, has ceded into the depths of time. A fascinating play with language and concepts, the images of bees hover in the background as if painted into different dimensions of time overlapping, the poem works on different levels, as if in parallel realities. In the work, bee images surface, sometimes as if the protagonists in the story are bees and there are images of bees, the inside of nests, the making of wax enclaves for honey. A magic symbol in pagan mythology, symbolizing the productivity of the community, fertility and royal enclaves, the imagery weaves an allusion to bloodlines and the tenacity of the human spirit in adversity. As if a comment on the strained cultural way of the West during the Industrialized Economy and the ensuing violence in personal relationships with whispers of the reclaiming of Holy Spirit tenets and cultural knowledge in the New Computerized Society beginning to recreate peace.

“Morphology of the

Let lists suffice, those rubbed, we that assemble:

Cardo, stipes, galea, and palupus.

The City, our essence, we might communicate,

syllable, grammar and line, beds violet, wild thyme

were we to find, cracked cement, east side court

Labium when extended, the cardo,

slender, in the laterial wall, we-

might not meet, nor share anything, a glance

on the train, commonly, as short as half,

the stipital length. See here, we gather

at the steps of public building where once

protest put down. Many genera.

there came a time, when soldiers rode, guns cocked.

Through the cardo to the lorum, winds breathe

around condo cranes, City of Night, wander

spray cans in hand, fill our shoes with sand.

O for a hundred thousand,

          homes we might call to,

          all the lights coming on at once-”

The poetry itself is disembodied, flows in cycles, builds a mystery, a play on time in truncated thought forms with elements of poetic prose. This poetry is esoteric, as if the poetry flowers in vines that grow through the rubble of a fallen stonewall over a score of years and more. As if this poetry has grown out of the legacy of T.S. Eliot, his post-modern works, particularly The Wasteland, but cast with a woman’s hand, inside the tenets of New Age Renaissance writing, nearly one hundred years later.

The imagery is largely of nature, different species of trees, herbs, plants, flowers indicative of the love of nature in the New Age Renaissance. Secondary images include the decaying architecture of the modern cityscape and war themes and war imagery. The word "Rentalsman" emerges occasionally within the poetry as if this is temporary, something, someone, some place you cannot own, and this is tied into the theme of war. Also, the word INVESTIGATOR, spelled out in capital letters, denotes the scene of a crime, a case of trespass someone is looking into.

“To be read as concordance, in the year of the reign 20XX

The young woman sat rigid after her beating.

No salve soft enough.

And wore glasses.

Outside, Patrol assembled nightly, and regular.

Our young girls grown up under Rentalsman,

            said Mrs. Maria. Said Abigail and Patsy:

            O moon, your sad steps


they longed to feed him

            larkspur, large-leaved lupine,

            wrap him blue weed, viper’s bugloss-

            In the lab, thumb edge to screen, began to decipher.

And swipe in, left, and again, swipe.

Rhythm defined an axis.

These pages found:”

In the essence of mythology writing, taking a certain situation in real life and extrapolating into New Age mythos as universal truths and magic through the art of poetic form, After the Battle of Kingsway, the bees by Renée Sarojini Saklikar is a brilliant offering in New Age Renaissance Poetry from above/ground press.

Available @ above/ground press.

Genre: Poetry, New Age, Women's Literature

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