Approximately one week ago, a beautiful gift arrived in my mailbox from the U.K. The timeliness of this was a gift unto itself. At a time in my life when I am incapable of reading anything lengthy or time exacting, arrives this book of poetry from a writer friend I “met” on WordPress.com some weeks ago.
Marie Marshall is the poet I speak of and I find it difficult to believe this woman has only been writing since 2004…
A book of poetry like no other I have ever read before, “Naked In The Sea” has lived in my purse since it arrived. I thought I might part with it briefly to share with a friend but I cannot. I must keep this gift all for myself at the ready to nurture me, to remind me of the stages, ages and pages of life we all experience individually and collectively. Most of all, to selfishly savour my two personal favorite sections: The Rustle and Six Poems About Hunger.
Marie’s fresh prose is so engaging, so thought-provoking, that someone may be calling your name in the very room you are in, but the lingering imagery and ethereal sensations of having touched the universes she describes prevent you hearing a thing anyone says. I know this because this happened to me.
From the beautiful cover to the fluid artistry within, this book threatens to consume me and keep me enraptured in the pages of lyrical verse evocative of other times, places and everything I already know but didn’t know I knew at all until Marie made the literal and literary connection in her pages.
Delivered in a contemporary format with a style richly reminiscent of the writer of 100 Years of Solitude, Marie transports the reader to a place they did not anticipate but find themselves, as I did, delighted to discover and difficult to leave. If you were to ask me to do a comparison, I would have to say Marie’s work, to me, is a cross between two of my all time beloved writers: Christina Rossetti and Ayn Rand. The form and beauty are ever-present but grounded in the reality of being that lends itself to having been your own experience or physical sensation.
It is hard to believe this woman has only been writing for a few years and I find myself shaking my head at her literary skills, a mastery of art I both admire and aspire to reach. I marvel at how Marie writes a few lines of otherwise meaningless words, stringing them together so fluently that when you reach the close, a moon over an angled roof stays in your mind as firmly etched as if you had somehow magically narrated the scene yourself.
As a gift for the writer in your life or as an inspirational read for the poet residing within you, this captivating and surprising book of poetry is definitely both treat and treasure, one destined to live next to me in my purse forevermore.
Thank you, Marie Marshall.