​Linda Rose Parkes studied literature at U.E.A and lived in Germany for 19 years where she taught adult education and performed with song writers and musicians. She continues to run poetry workshops in Jersey, her native Channel Island, was co-editor of Wavelengths, the first Channel Island poetry anthology and has published three collections with Hearing Eye: 'The Usher's Torch', 'Night Horses' and 'Familiars'.

Praise for books by Linda Rose Parkes:
'Elusive magic, the poet is ‘Schehezerade of the Thousand and One Nights’. One more sip, one more shadow to pass through…'
–      Sarah Law on ‘The Usher’s Torch’ in Orbis
 
“Parkes’s relentless eye misses nothing, but control is masterly. A bravely candid voice, a deft searcher under surfaces.”
–      Katherine Gallagher on ‘Night Horses’ in Artemis
 
'Linda Rose Parkes's ‘Familiars’ is dark and scintillating, rich with life and dense with mingled rage and longing'.
      –  Bethany W. Pope's review of ‘Familiars’ in Ofi Press 44
 
‘There  is an excellent weirdness in these poems which makes them distinctive, unique even.’
       – Martin Crucefix

'This is a fine collection in every sense: finely-wrought and detailed as well as beautiful. Through  language of ringing clarity, she makes us unsure of ourselves, and  so  gives us back to ourselves, with new understanding.' 
       –Tanja Nightingale, Dream Catcher (Familiars)

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The door sings 
its welcome

it's the kind of door
that trickles honey
in the light
and says come in
twice at least
leave your coat
in the hall
the kettle's singing
sit yourself down
here at the window
in the garden oak
a blackbird warbles
breezes play
among the cushions

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next door is grey and
cracked at the hinges
too much slammed 
yanked open  lost or stolen  
jobs  hopes  loves
but this door is a honeycomb
a promise   don't keep
walking by scarred
with disappointment
don't slow your step
to rush silently on
only knock and step in
out of the ruins  only knock
and the door will swing gently wide

​© Linda Rose Parkes 2018
[from This Close]

THIS CLOSE  
​Linda Rose Parkes
'This Close', published in September 2018, is Linda Rose Parkes's  fourth collection. The cover of 'This Close' is based on her painting, 'The Swimmer'.

“We are lucky these poems are tethered to the page by ink because they want to run, float, fly from the paper into a Chagall sky, voluptuous with possibility. Linda Rose Parkes writes as she paints – with generosity, wonder and luminous colour.”
­– Helen Ivory 

This Close by Linda Rose Parkes
ISBN 978-1907435-68-3
Perfect-bound paperback
15cm x 21cm
87 pages
51 poems
​RRP £10.00

'Linda Rose Parkes mixes myth, fairy tale, song, rhyme and narrative. Sometimes the allusions are subtle. In A little crime that lives we are told of a mysterious ‘she’ who is ‘small-boned as Goldilocks’ and the ‘crime’ is the theft of her ‘good girl crown’ which adorned ‘her lovely tresses’. A lost shoe takes the image of ill-fitting footwear and extends it into a metaphor for spirituality, a soul that is forced to ‘limp/towards the hope of a better/when one foot is shorn/of a glass slipper.’ All dressed up in her sea-green bow is delightful to read, musical and enchanting with echoes of Elizabethan songs and The Owl and the Pussy Cat and, one of my favourites in this selection, Exuberances: an assay, is witty and innovative in its associations, rhymes, musicality and form.
Darker moods and attitudes feature in this close and there is negativity, secrecy, absence and death. The figure who runs in her nightdress through the dark is ‘thin as air’ and ‘the cold blows through’, the narrator who drifts towards her has not come to light her way home with a lamp nor strew ‘luminous petals’ on the path. Late night music overheard from a neighbouring house is the moment ‘the dead slip in’ – the same dead who yearn for the comfort of everyday things but who end with empty hands reaching out for ‘a cup of tarnished sunlight.’ (A glass of water).
This is a beautiful collection and one I’d strongly recommend. What I am left with, most of all, is an impression of salvation, a feeling of hope, a great deal of love. If you only have chance to read a few poems in this close then immerse yourself in the final half a dozen, the poignancy of them, their tenderness.'
 – Mandy Pannett
​Sentinel Spring 2019