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Against Humanity by Vivi Steels

Posted on March 4, 2022 at 5:30 AM

It is with shock and pain that we are viewing what is happening in Ukraine by the invasion of an independent country by Russia.  The people of the United Kingdom stand with the people of Ukraine.  I am posting this poem called Against Humanity, which I wrote in 1995 about WWII, but which is a very echo of what is happening today.  One man interviewed yesterday, who was ferrying people to the Polish border in his van, could hardly speak for tears as the events of the past eight days reminded him of Auschwitz all those years ago... Again we are talking of war crimes and Putin, and those he controls, being brought to justice for his unpardonable actions of war against innocent men, women and children.



Against Humanity


Ceaseless sea

womb of the world

weeps for those

spiked by swastikas –

devil-turned.

 

Queues of blood-tied

cry for their kind;

showered by gas,

dusted by fire.

 

The beater, the gas man,

starver, death planner,

march like ghosts –

always at night –

up mountains of silken hair,

over spectacles of barbed wire,

down suitcases of names

stacked like tombstones

against my heaving heart.


Auschwitz – fifty years ago –

I have never left that hell.

I am still there.

Lost.

 

I pray for dawn

in purgatory –

this blitzkrieg

circling humanity –

as some* bring

cattletrucks of crime

into the glare

of our time.


 

* Poem dedicated to Simon Wiesenthal, who was a Jewish Austrian Holocaust survivor, Nazi hunter, and writer.


Published in CPR International 4 - October 2000, WRITE-AWAY – Spring 2002

& THE WORLD AT WAR (anthology Forward Press Poetry) – Sept 2013




 

 

Harebells by Vivi Steels

Posted on March 1, 2022 at 2:50 AM

A report from the Royal Botanical Gardens from Kew has said an estimated 140,000, or 39.4%, of plants are under threat of disappearing. This is up 21% from 2016. There are also currently 723 medicinal plants facing extinction. Harebells, along with other Native species such as Chamomile, Juniper, Pennyroyal and wild asparagus are under threat.


Harebells are one of my and my mother's favourite flowers and I painted them for her under my maiden name , Gath, in 1985. It would be awful to think that these beautiful and delicate bell flowers could just disappear from our natural landscape...


(Victoria Allen, Daily Mail, Wednesday 30th September 2020)


Harebells by Vivien Steels (nee Gath) - watercolour/pen & ink


 




 

Muffy's Sad Story by Vivi Steels

Posted on December 8, 2021 at 3:45 AM

 

Muffy, Our New Rescue Cat

Muffy, our new rescue cat, came to us in August 2020. Still very sad about Teddy, I fostered a cat and after initial doubts, I said "Yes". But within a few minutes of being introduced to Muffy, an all black cat like my first cat, Miffy, I fell in love with her and her super-affectionate ways. She has a way of buffing you with her head and purring. I should have called her Buffy-Muffy...


Muffy does have a skin condition and so has special food for sensitive cats and has had to have steroid injections, but she has gone from strength to strength and her black coat is now lovely and glossy. She is a delight and has been so lovely to have during this last lockdown.


She loves going in and out of the garden, but likes the door to be open so she can get back every few minutes to make sure you're still there. She loves chasing pieces of string with a bow on and loves her tunnel and light-up balls. She has commandeered my computer chair to sleep on for her naps, but always sleeps on our bed on my feet over-night although I know if it is cold, because she creeps up the bed and lies on my abdomen where it is warmer, like a furry hot-water bottle.


Muffy has a beautiful nature and has really come out of herself. I am so sad about Teddy, as I am about all my cats who have passed away, but Muffy has brought lots of joy again.

♥ ♥ ♥


Sadly, I became very ill in September 2021 when my M.E. and Fibromyalgia flared up very badly.  At the same time, Muffy became very unwell.  She had re-occurring Miliary Dermatitis with very bad diarrhoea and a bad bacterial infection, which a course of oral antibiotics didn't cure.  This time steroids didn't help her skin problem, her special foods weren't working and the anti-diarrhoeal medicines didn't seem to help either.  I became bed-bound and had to make the awful decision of taking her back to to be fostered by a lady attached to the original Cat Rescue. This was devastating to me.  I believe you should look after a pet from when you first have them until the end. I felt I had betrayed Muffy's trust.


Physically I was very unwell and I was also so upset by having to give up Muffy.  It is now December.  I am slowly recovering physically, but I am still so upset about having to give up Muffy.  Ian, my husband took Muffy for her last vet's visit then on to her fosterer. 


I still remember Muffy's extra-loving ways: how she would follow me everywhere, hopping up on a window-sill so she could buff me and purr so loudly, how she would jump up onto the table where my computer was for a cuddle and curl up on the mat, so I had to use my keyboard on my knee and how she slept on my feet every night after playing chase her string round the bedroom. 


I have prayed she gets better physically, which she has and also that she does find a very loving home where the owners can deal with her health problems.  She is the most beautiful cat.












Ferne & Chocolate & The Rollercoaster Rainbow & Other Stories by Vivien (Vivi) Steels

Posted on November 20, 2021 at 2:25 AM



'A little girl named Ferne goes on magical adventures with her best friend, Chocolate, her dark brown cat. The book contains five stories, one for each season of the year plus one for Christmas. On their travels Ferne and Chocolate meet some amazing characters – seagulls who sail a boat, a bad tempered camel, a pair of strange twins who can swim, a screeching bird with multi-coloured feathers, and flying reindeer. These stories are full of descriptions of weird and wonderful places and Ferne brings home some extraordinary memories with her.'


My children's book with my illustrations is published by DayGlo Books Ltd @ http://dayglobooks.users62.interdns.co.uk/product/ferne-and-chocolate-the-roller-coaster-rainbow-other-stories/ . Dayglo Books specialise in books for children, and people of all ages, who have dyslexia. They are printed with the Open Dyslexic Font designed by Abelard Gonzalez, which helps people with dyslexia, but is also fine to be read by people with no reading difficulties. Do go and have a look at the Dayglo Books website @ http://dayglobooks.users62.interdns.co.uk/ .






Prayer for the Magdalene Sisters by Vivi Steels

Posted on October 7, 2021 at 4:05 AM

It is National Poetry Day today and I was watching the news and the awfulness of the Magdalene Laundries in Ireland, where young girls who were pregnant, or just classed as 'flirty' or 'attractive', were incarcerated in buildings where they worked as slave labour and treated harshly for what was perceived as their sins by the Catholic Church.  I wrote this poem in 2004, but wanted to include it here on this special poetry day and also because this has been exposed in the media.



Prayer for the Magdalene Sisters


we, the unconventional & passionate,

flesh & blood,

often dulled into conformity

by a strait jacket

of distorted Catholicism

venting its spleen


we talk too much,

are too enthusiastic,

too vivacious,

attractive to men,

‘flibberty-jibberts’


flighty

and, before we sin,

condemned to asylum workhouses

bearing holy names


slaves in suds

non-beings eternally laundering

dirt out of soiled clothes,

some owned by perverted priests

and embittered nuns,

whose vows to love

mask a heart to hate


when we express ourselves

we are condemned as irreligious,

temptresses of the flesh,

fecund & warm,

rich in spirit & body

our loving & giving

represented as profane


stripped of dignity,

of any personal possession,

our rounded bodies are forced

into identical straight brown shifts

and starched white aprons


Christ spoke to women

loving them when stamped

‘second class’

freeing prisoners,

bringing life in abundance


let us be ourselves

accepting our fertility

of body, mind & spirit


let us remain ‘neat’,

undiluted

celebrating joy

our special gifts

given to us by God


let us never feel

guilty for being ourselves,

for loving life


© Vivien Steels

 



Sea Friend by Vivi Steels

Posted on March 10, 2021 at 4:55 AM

Sea Friend


The sea, hissing sibilantly,

wanted me to come in and play,

wrapping its foamy fingers

round my rubber boots, tugging.

“I’m not coming in today. You’re freezing.”


The seals were happy,

lying like furry mermaids on stone sofas,

exposing tummies to be tickled.

The dog otter, sleek and stream-line,

ate his shell-enclosed lunch,

discarding crumbs for hungry fish.


The wind ran along the edge of skittish clouds,

tweaking and puffing them into fluff.

Seaweed squeaked beneath my boots,

sand sank, velvet-wet,

firming itself after the sea’s caress.

“I might come in tomorrow,” I laughed.

You won’t. I’ll be even colder then.

But I’ll always wait for you,

always waving.”


© Vivien Steels


This is a photograph of me and my lovely older sister, Alison, with our shrimp nets at Bexhill-on-Sea in 1959.




I have been dreaming of going to the seaside during this interminable second lockdown..  The sea and beach has aways held a fascination and lure for me.  The poem is written from a child's viewpoint and although this is called 'Sea Friend', I was knocked down and almost drowned by a large wave when at the seaside at Bexhill-on-Sea when I was about seven and that same summer my dear friend Diane was drowned and about which I wrote the poem, 'The Same Sea'. 


I entered this poem 'Sea Friend' to The Harry Edwards Healing Sanctuary Poetry Competition and was pleased to find in their magazine 'The Healer'- Spring 2021 that it was highly commended and I had won a £10 M&S Voucher!!! 





 

 

 

Love is... posted by Vivi Steels (Remembering Lovely Mittens)

Posted on February 20, 2021 at 10:40 AM

Love is...


Love is putting your best friend to sleep

to end his suffering,

knowing that your suffering

is only just beginning...


Anonymous


Beautiful Mittens Christmas 2015


Pets come into our lives to teach us about love, they depart to teach us about loss. A new pet never replaces an old pet, it merely expands the heart.



Don't Leave Me by Vivi Steels


So this is the reason I am here –

this is what they do.


He was kind to me.

He examined my back legs.

I cried and tried to tell him.

She was holding me

and stroking my face,

tears dripping down onto my fur

like rain from leaves on the trees

in my beloved garden.


She signed a piece of white rustly paper,

then he gave me an injection.

I began to feel warm and fuzzy.

The pain in my legs began to recede.

She kept stroking me

and talking to me

but the only words I heard were

“Don’t leave me – I love you.

I’ve loved you every day for thirteen and a half years

and I don’t want to be without you.”

So this is what they do.


She bent over me and whispered.

I didn’t feel the second injection much,

but my beloved garden appeared,

sunlight rustling the leaves.

She was standing by my wooden bench

cuddling me in her arms

and I knew she’d never leave me…


© Vivien Steels

Published in ANIMAL ANTICS 2011 – Forward Press October 2010

 


Lovely Mittens on his beloved bench in the garden... 01.07.2006 - 19.12.2019








How Wisdom Comes by Vivi Steels

Posted on January 20, 2021 at 8:15 AM

How Wisdom Comes

Alone ~

drenched in water jewels,

emerging from stream cleansed

to face sun, Giver of Fire, Giver of Life,

offering praise unspoken

to the Great Spirit breathing through

greenness of green,

blueness of blue,

rockness of rocks,

inspired to listen ~

all in abeyance

but spirit itself.


Wind, rain and stars are the Bible

for studying earth’s face,

Peace Pipe, the weapon to war

for a path run closer to God.

Smoke, drawn into lungs,

emerges through nostrils,

rises to mists of clouds

translated into prayer.


Alone ~

immersed in gift of wisdom

blanketing creased body,

crowning headdress

feathered with good deeds,

walking amongst the Grandfathers

he talks with God.

 

© Vivien Steels


Published in The Beehive/Just Words 2001, in Write-Away - Summer 2002

& Panda Poetry No: 16 – October 2003

Illustrated with 'Rocky Bear' - Oglala Chief c.1899 © Vivien Steels












Soma by Vivi Steels

Posted on January 4, 2021 at 8:05 AM

Soma


I unfurl vast rolls of black velvet

scattered with silvering stars

shooting across midnight skies.

Soft winds blow music from the spheres

into tired eyes and ears

restoring peace and calm.

Perfume of flowers mist

from clouds of dew,

falling onto quiet earth

while spume of dark rivers

press your hands with softness of foam.

Honey-sweet drips onto your lips

as you sacrifice wakefulness,

seduced by sleep.

 

© Vivien Steels


Published in Write-Away - Spring 2003

& Amber Silhouettes 2 - March 2004










Harebells by Vivi Steels

Posted on October 2, 2020 at 6:45 AM

Harebells by Vivi Steels


A report from the Royal Botanical Gardens from Kew has said an estimated 140,000, or 39.4%, of plants are under threat of disappearing. This is up 21% from 2016. There are also currently 723 medicinal plants facing extinction. Harebells, along with other Native species such as Chamomile, Juniper, Pennyroyal and wild asparagus are under threat. Harebells are one of my and my mother's favourite flowers and I painted them for her under my maiden name , Gath, in 1985. It would be awful to think that these beautiful and delicate bell flowers could just disappear from our natural landscape...


(Victoria Allen, Daily Mail, Wednesday 30th September 2020)


Harebells © Vivien Steels (nee Gath) - watercolour/pen & ink








 

 


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