Travelling Light by Frances Galleymore
“Frances Galleymore’s poetry is (as one poem’s title reads) enchantment. She takes us by the hand through the thickets and ambushes of life with a tender lyricism, magical, sometimes even funny, and all the more poignant for what we know of her final days. It would be commonplace to say ‘she wrote bravely’, or, ‘she taught us how to live’; but those of us who knew her work over the years should say no less. Has she found, “Where the Light Is”? We miss this voice.”
“Travelling Light is a remarkable self-portrait written, as Keats would say, ‘in water’. In it, we find the spare recollections of a sensitive mind in conversation with the natural world. Bookended by hospitals, and saturated with salt water and light, these are poems that grapple with place as metaphor, as second self, and as home. Yet these poems are rooted in quiet observation, not philosophy, as in the final lines, ‘coming home / I hear the curlew’s heartbeat in his call, / the woods are filled with moss-embedded stars.’ Here is the travelogue of a bright, gentle soul. In the brief time we are given, one could do far worse than to journey so lightly, yet so keenly aware, as Galleymore has done throughout these poems. As she says in her paean to Frida Kahlo, the consummate self-portrait artist, ‘I hope the exit is joyful / and I hope never to return.’”
“Travelling Light, both moving through life without burdens, and the light that will not stop. Not even for us. The first burden that Frances seems to cast off is that of the self. She is mostly the observer or listener focused on what is outside of her. Her attention is keen, sensitive to nuances. The urban, when it appears, is an alien environment, and the man-made, other than art, suggests a threat. The book is not static – it keeps morphing like the poet’s sense of self. There are shifts in the journey and we are then made aware of death’s approach, bringing an altering of perception. This is a poignant journey; be warned that it may take you further and deeper than you thought.”
Norbert Hirschhorn
“Travelling Light is a remarkable self-portrait written, as Keats would say, ‘in water’. In it, we find the spare recollections of a sensitive mind in conversation with the natural world. Bookended by hospitals, and saturated with salt water and light, these are poems that grapple with place as metaphor, as second self, and as home. Yet these poems are rooted in quiet observation, not philosophy, as in the final lines, ‘coming home / I hear the curlew’s heartbeat in his call, / the woods are filled with moss-embedded stars.’ Here is the travelogue of a bright, gentle soul. In the brief time we are given, one could do far worse than to journey so lightly, yet so keenly aware, as Galleymore has done throughout these poems. As she says in her paean to Frida Kahlo, the consummate self-portrait artist, ‘I hope the exit is joyful / and I hope never to return.’”
Robert Peake
“Travelling Light, both moving through life without burdens, and the light that will not stop. Not even for us. The first burden that Frances seems to cast off is that of the self. She is mostly the observer or listener focused on what is outside of her. Her attention is keen, sensitive to nuances. The urban, when it appears, is an alien environment, and the man-made, other than art, suggests a threat. The book is not static – it keeps morphing like the poet’s sense of self. There are shifts in the journey and we are then made aware of death’s approach, bringing an altering of perception. This is a poignant journey; be warned that it may take you further and deeper than you thought.”
Cristina Newton
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