Review: Rosary of Ghosts, Grant Tarbard

Grant Tarbard transports us to a dystopian world with his broken memories of a stroke, written in stunning poetry. If you buy any poetry this year, I thoroughly recommend that this is at the top your list.
The first poem, “Man Like You” will pull at your heart as he addresses a surgeon. ‘Torn head, all is Straw,/ a thunder machine/ bellows in my heart’. The pain of feeling being less than, pitied, is tangible.
This collection conveys Tarbard’s complete confusion and loss of physical wholeness using metaphor and imagery. You don’t need to understand his exact meaning to feel the power of his words. The picture is there in your mind, skilfully painted by the poet’s stunning use of words.
“Triptych” tells you about his three deaths without saying if they are literal.  ‘I press my cheek to my deaths, a slow dance… …The pain from old wounds/ache like wedding white.’ Never before have I read such poignant wording, completely without self-pity or self-consciousness, as in this pamphlet. In “Shallow Of The Room’’ , we are told …I have breathed as the dead breathe.

In “Lie Upon My Bed While I Die” …We are a den of Fagin’s thieves ‘stealing/ each little breathe that rises on our chests’ These images seem tangible, we are with Grant Tarbard in his extremity. He does not shy away from showing us. The title poem is quite cryptic, leaving us to ponder, but not escape.
Not a word is wasted in these poems. They beautifully depict the ugliness and despair we can feel about our bodies when they fail us, when we are stuck with needles and tubes. The smile of medical staff lends little, if any, comfort. It is as if Grant Tarbard viewed his body as alien to him. There are those of us who can relate. But sentimentality is there none.
Indigo Dreams Publishing ISBN978-1-910834-47-3

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Author: chrissiemorrisbrady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft. I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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