THE WAYS IN WHICH WE ARE LIKE BIRDS is the third collection of poetry from Elisabeth Pike.
This collection speaks to what it is to be a woman today, with all the complexities of identity, childbirth and body image, using some of the behaviours of birds as a nesting, homing, preening, flight, and song.
The poems point back to nature as the constant healer. These grounded yet hopeful reflections on life will appeal to fans of Mary Oliver, Wendell Berry, and RS Thomas.
This new collection features several poems previously published in There You Are and Voice at the Window along with many more new, unpublished works.
Contents
HOMING From September (2008)
Uncle John NY Decay Little Wooden Chair Phone Call Ode to Reading Station Rain Rio Even Still
NESTING From There You Are (2017)
Snow Afterwards How Terrifying Darkness There You Are Love Poem Scan Laundry Something in Between Pied Piper A Walk Near Shere Waiting for Ivy Lemon Cake Moment Guildford Si Paloma Crying in Public Places My Boy, My Girl Spring Nights December Charterhouse July Thunder Little Park Trembling Heart Type 1 Thunderstorm Half Past Nine The Bells Kind Kiss on the Lips Little Car Nap Five Thirty Sand Martins Inwood
MIGRATION
Petals On Leaving a Place Weight Freefall Dittisham Sadness Longing Cardigan Younger, Happier Uncoupling Raye Animae
There We Were (from Paper Birds)
SONG
From Voice at the Window, One Hundred Poems of Gratitude written during lockdown (2020)
Sometimes Sometimes it Feels Impossible Ash Seed Pods Mouthful Curled Like a Cat Like a Whip Ukraine Magnolia Piano Swallow Half Marathon Sleep Hope At Whixall Moss Alliums Ridge Line Soak Dreamer's Workshop Mexican Wave Bluebell
From Lent Poems
Cleanse See Walk Follow Promise Room For Sarah Keep Watch Sacrifice Cross Cloths Hidden Darkness Wait Dawn
Elisabeth Pike is a freelance writer and maker. Her debut novel, Murmuration, a YA dystopian survival story, was shortlisted for the Kindle Storyteller Award 2024. Christopher, Running is her second novel. Find her at elisabethpike.co.uk
Elisabeth Pike's poetry collection, The Ways In Which We Are Like Birds, gives us a beautiful and heartwarming slice of her personal history. Describing much loved homes, longed-for and cherished children, and the rollercoaster of family relationships, she shares some of the wide variety of experiences that make up a whole season of life, with well-wrought language and breath-taking honesty. Although it doesn't hide from painful memories, the overall sense is of hope and the collection as a whole makes for an uplifting read. My particular favourite is the 'A Note to the Creatives', stuck in the middle of a series of Gratitude poems written during the Covid pandemic. For me, this poem epitomises Pike's writing: she acknowledges what is painful, even impossible, in the present, but encourages us to look to the future with faith that things will get better. And I believe, with her, that they will.