Review of A Sparrow Stirs its Wings, Rachel Finch by Kristiana Reed

Originally posted on Indie Blu(e). 

From the moment Sudden Denouement Publishing announced the publication of Rachel Finch’s debut poetry collection, I could not wait to read it. Finch made a brave and bold entrance onto Blood into Ink, with ignition pieces like Girls are not for Beating (pg.35). I was hooked by her ability to sing fire with a bloody mouth.

A Sparrow Stirs its Wings houses this spirit of fight and flight. Flight not from fear but from the space she has shaped to soar. The structure of the collection reminds me of Alfa’s Silent Squall except Finch begins with the girl crossing her heart and hoping to die, walking on eggshells (pg.19), and ends as a woman who recognizes strength and hope in her reflection:

‘I did not notice the growth, until I had grown,
I had not seen myself changing, becoming,
until the woman I forged reflected my gaze
and held my stare with no shame.’ – Hold the Stare

In fact, I would even say Finch’s sparrow does more than stir its wings – it unfurls them in the morning sun and defies the laws of gravity.

This debut collection is more than just honest, beautifully brutal storytelling. Finch has created a collection the reader will feel compelled to return to, time and time again. Moon Breathing makes me fall in love, Heal is the advice I need imprinted on my palm and Still Smouldering never fails to provoke a visceral reaction:

‘I was reborn a dragon feasting on the fire in my belly, lit with milk teeth in my mouth’

Finch’s voice has found a home, in these pages and in my chest. She touches her readers. She tells the truth and explores hers. She leaves you with the following words:

‘You are the smell of rain before it hits the soil.’

And you can’t help but believe them.


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Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar and blogs at My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.

Nicole Lyons Reviews Rachel Finch’s A Sparrow Stirs its Wings

Every now and then, when the world seems to be rocked in chaos and people are screaming without listening – vile words and cries for help climbing on top of and over each other – a single voice stands out, and that voice is pure in its truth and stunning in its wisdom.

Rachel Finch, and her debut book, A Sparrow Stirs its Wings, is that voice right now. Turning her heartbreaking abuse into heart-wrenching prose, Finch writes her truth and gives her strength to every unnamed victim turned survivor.

A Sparrow Stirs its Wings’ is both a hard and a beautiful book to read, the wisdom and the pain contained in these pages demand to be heard and felt long after she puts it all to bed.

There is no voice quite as beautiful as the calm and cool voice of a survivor, an advocate, and a poet, and Rachel Finch is all of these things and so much more.

A Sparrow Stirs its Wings deserves a much-loved place on the bookshelves of survivors across the globe, literature lovers everywhere, and the therapists who are breaking out of the confines of antiquated methods to treat people with breathtaking art therapy.

A Sparrow Stirs its Wings is available at Amazon.com


Nicole Lyons is a force of nature disguised as a writer, a social activist, a voice for the downtrodden, and a powerful poet with a delicate touch. She is a best selling published author, poet, and also a consulting editor for Sudden Denouement.  You can read more of her writing at The Lithium Chronicles.

Sudden Denouement Publishing Proudly Announces the Release of Rachel Finch’s A Sparrow Stirs its Wings

 

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Sudden Denouement Publishing proudly announces the release of Rachel Finch’s stunning book of poetry, A Sparrow Stirs its Wings. Finch is the powerhouse behind the Bruised But Not Broken community on Facebook, which provides support and healing for trauma survivors. She is a symbol of hope and light throughout the world.
“Every now and then, when the world seems to be rocked in chaos and people are screaming without listening – vile words and cries for help climbing on top of and over each other – a single voice stands out, and that voice is pure in its truth and stunning in its wisdom.

Rachel Finch, and her debut book, A Sparrow Stirs its Wings, is that voice right now. Turning her heartbreaking abuse into heart-wrenching prose, Finch writes her truth and gives her strength to every unnamed victim turned survivor.”   Nicole Lyons, I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl

“A mark of a great poet Is the ability to make emotional connection with their audience, and Rachel Finch does exactly that.” Faye Brown, Black Orchid Poetry

Now Available on Amazon.com

Rachel

Rachel is a UK based writer that originally started using poetry as a way to accurately express herself after a number of traumatic experiences in her young life. She is the founder of the online community Bruised But Not Broken which was started with the purpose to raise awareness of abuse and trauma and to provide a place of comfort and support throughout the healing process. She firmly believes that it was with the support of this community that she was able to recover from sexual abuse. Rachel is mother to four young children and dedicates her time to her family and to guiding others on their own healing journey.

You can find Rachel on Facebook and WordPress at Bruised But Not Broken. She is also a Regular Contributor at Blood Into Ink.

Restless Spirit-Max Meunier/Dissociative Void

The beauty of your restless spirit

holds the earth in solar orbit

 

splits to form the stolen nights

 

and springs forth life

from whence t’was naught

 

your myriad facets

captivate the elements

like a sentimental songbird

waxing kindred memories

 

before I spied the sunburst sonnets

amaranthine thorns did wreathe

this wretched well to wasted waters

lost to winter’s muted bane

 

such profundity

conspicuous

to tortured hearts in exile

toiled between the layers of your

cryptic thought’s sublimity

 

the spoils of balancing eluded

like a polar night gone mad

had not the ward

of words familiar

banish their infernal reign

 

and so it is

I scrawl with haste

that which my vested voice obscures

 

forestalling only trepidation

‘neath sprawling

skies of tears ensconced


[Max is the mad wordsmith at the Dissociative void.]

Uncharted Night-Olde Punk (RamJet Poetry) & Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)

burning water

still marks the way

home

though that is not the path

I travel today

by uncharted night

do I go

motionless movement

a note of fluidity

diachronic changes

in synchronic nuance

the language we share

is not known here

a purpose in thought

one million yesterdays

caught twixt our toes

on the shores of time

onward it flows

upward wayward waves

at incongruent velocities

seeking a partnered, rhythmic

dichotomy

 

we are two hearts

two souls

two bodies

who dance together

in an expanding and

contracting rhythm

of intimacy, of knowing

at times we are a

collision of fiery sparks

under a gibbous moon

at others we are the

gentle undulations of the waves

a lighthouse, a beacon

calling each other back to safer

shores

when the tides would push

us apart

always drawn back

to the place where we dwell

 

the scriptures we document

reverberate in the distant air

agile calligraphy

dawning across calm seas

energetic forms churning

in the skies

a word carries on the wind

a storm gathering strength

a bastard tongue

of passion

a forgotten dialect of

unknowable proportion

we force a turning of

the tides toward

the places we belong

the soft valleys where

we may speak freely

a parlance of devotion

a patois of union

 

in this uncharted night

we are like the fallen angels

our open wings

enfold and shelter us

as we free fall

together to land in a bed

of soft white feathers

ancient hymns of communion

deep in our throats

our duet remakes the earth

remakes the heavens

remakes us

light, joy

spills out of us

illuminating the night

divine splendor

celestial peace

 

chorus of honeyed

voices and

leonine roars intertwine

invoking a new order

cant in prayer to

the open waters

an ocean of feeling

in touch

communicating one word

that protects this harbor.

burning water

still marks the way

home

though that is not the path

we travel today

by uncharted night

do we go

to speak unanimously


[Olde Punk writes RamJet Poetry  and Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless]

Ivory Brushed with Starlight

are you angel or demon

man with ivory wings

brushed with starlight

and indigo eyes?

you are still and silent

but your ancient eyes say

that you have seen the color

of my soul

have studied it contours

 

your nostrils flair slightly

scenting my blood in the air

you see the crisscrosses

carved deep on my palms

at your knowing look

the knife in my hand drops

from suddenly nerveless fingers

blood wells from the cuts

dripping to the ground

consecrating the earth

you gently capture my wrists

cup my hands in yours

as golden tears drop from your

otherworldly eyes

fall onto my damaged skin

transfixed I watch your sorrow

heal my wounds

 

you release my hands

to cup my face reverently

your kiss is honey and cardamom

i am filled with your light

and as your soul expands

to fill all my damaged places

i see the cosmos dance in my head

understand the mysteries of the oceans

feel the warmth of the sun

and in a flash of brilliant understanding

know that my humble heart

matters to you

and I am transformed


Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless and The Whisper and The Roar

She is an aspiring badass