Poetry. Women's Studies. Editors' Selection from the 2016 Frost Place Chapbook Competition. THEN WINTER traces one speaker's journey in a psychiatric treatment facility. Faced with the threat of a loss of voice, a silence that seeks to bury her, she turns often to the natural world beyond the facility's windows. The trees, the rain, the birds--these commonplace things become tethering forces of primal, hope-giving importance. As she forms bonds with her fellow patients, some of whom become her unlikely confidants and friends, she discovers the sustaining power of connection and hope.
I think what I like best about this collection is the arc or the movement from the onset of illness to help from the ward/clinic and finally, to independence. There are admirable lines in each poem, but I can't say the volume overall blew me away. Favorite poems are Note Home (seems like a perfect missive home from the ward; prose poem form works best here), Rest (love these lines, as others have noted: "Freshly cut flowers and wrapped in newspaper,/that's how I want to rest, my dreams/like white petals absorbing ink."), and Teaching Poetry at the Juvenile Detention Center in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
Fave lines:
I will sing the song of the trees in the cold wind, the way they rush up like flames. [from Offerings]
At home, my dog sleeps beside me. She groans as I slide my hand beneath her head. I speak to her. I carry her warm, happy skull through the night. [from The Ward Above]
Coming toward me, a hooded woman carries a gladiola like a spine in bloom. [from We're Supposed to Get Snow Tonight]
When I finally fainted, it was as silky as I'd imagined, as if sleeping and waking were two sides of one pearl. [from Group Therapy]
By evening, he waits in a shimmering boat. [from The Master of Dreams]
So precise and elegantly honed, with such stark, unsentimental similes. Really, she has a sense of metaphor that is unlike anyone else. I think I could recognize one of her similes anywhere. Both of her books are perfect, but this one might just edge out The Tulip-Flame for me. Read them both, though.
Honum's beautiful, clinical poetry is a great read. I really loved the last three poems that leap outside of the psychiatric hospital setting that most of the chapbook is written in. Overall a solid read.
Most of these delicate poems start grounded in an uncomfortable reality and then seem to distance themselves into metaphor, transforming into a different kind of darkness. I got the sense of a series of black and white snapshots painted in words. Nice collection.
This book was beautiful. I devoured it the first time through, and then immediately read it again. Honum grounds the reader with her repeated imagery and symbols, and she shows what a psychiatric ward is really like through characterization and dialogue. I would definite recommend reading this.
I liked it while reading it, I'm pretty sure, but I thought a lot of the poems were a tad blase. I do remember enjoying the plot progressions, and the irony of ending the collection in a correctional center. "Hope is anything that travels in big leaps."
Chloe Honum’s chapbook “Then Winter” was released from Bull City Press in 2017; I read it last fall and reread it this winter, cherishing the intimate observations and vulnerable recollections of a stay in a psychiatric hospital. These poems offer solace and insight, equipping the reader with both empathy and knowledge of a time in the speaker’s life that was formative and very difficult.
Even without having experienced as severe a crisis as the subject of the book, I turned to these poems and am still able to relate and gain comfort, healing, and solidarity from them, and for that, I’m grateful.
"Flowers freshly cut and wrapped in newspaper, / that's how I want to rest, my dreams / like white petals absorbing ink."
I really enjoyed this collection; many of the poems are set in a psychiatric ward, the narratives weaving inside and outside its walls. Review forthcoming.