The Truth on the Tongue
by Geoffrey Heptonstall
51 Poems ~ 64 pages
Price: $15.00
Publisher: Cyberwit.net
http://www.cyberwit.net
ISBN #: 978-93-6354-578-6
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ABOUT THE BOOK:
In the Notes section of his latest collection Geoffrey Heptonstall avers, “The acts of writing and reading are forms of reliving. We draw upon our experiences when we write. We bring something of our experience into our reception of any creative work. We filter the words through our archive of personal memory.” Another way of saying the same thing is to say that, as poets, TRUTH is our main concern. And that is precisely what The Truth of the Tongue achieves. Heptonstall’s poetic tongue penetrates to the heart.
ADVANCE PRAISE:
“Geoffrey Heptonstall’ poems reference classical literature, classical music and art. They show that the writer is aware of the craft of language, sound and rhythms.”
–Emma Lee in the Blue Nib
“Exceptional poetic capability.”
–Alan Morrison in the Recusant
“You may find something delightfully theatrical and classically elegant about Geoffrey’s verse, while also acknowledging his admiration for Lawrence Ferlinghetti and John Berryman.”
–Jeff Kaliss, Poetry Editor of Mill Valley Review
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Geoffrey Heptonstall’s sixth collection of poetry The Truth on the Tongue, is published by Cyberwit. What We Do Well, was published by Cyberwit in 2024. A Whispering, was published by Cyberwit June 2023. His first collection, The Rites of Paradise, received critical acclaim when first published in 2020. Sappho’s Moon and The Wicken Bird followed. He has written for many print anthologies. A novel, Heaven’s Invention, was published by Black Wolf in 2016. Several plays and monologues have been staged, broadcast and/or published. He is also a prolific short fiction writer, essayist and reviewer. He lives in Cambridge, England
FROM THE BOOK:
The Truth on the Tongue
by Geoffrey Heptonstall
The truth is not yet in sight,
nothing to be seen by human eyes.
In a room where there is no-one
every sound resonates,
the pulse of time perhaps,
or the scurrying of fear.
Not every truth is well told.
The stain may be mistaken
for blood’s embittered rage
in a shattering and a scattering.
The glass in your hand contains the wine
that holds the truth on every tongue.
Words loosened from care
come rolling down the hill
until they touch reality
that is an empty glass
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