Spotlight: Courtney Glover

Hi All

It's a wonderful day to shine the spotlight on someone I find highly talented. Today, on the Jimmy Broccoli page (and website - to be posted later) it is an honor to share with you the poetry of Courtney Glover!

I was first introduced to Courtney's work soon after she became the Admin for Open Skies Poetry - Open Skies is awesome (!) and was one of the first publications to include my poetry and has accepted a few of my poems for recent Open Skies anthologies. Courtney provides the opportunity for several poets to be published (many for the first time), while also sharing her amazing poetry.

Here is Courtney in her own words:

Some of my poetry is based on mythology or legends like fairies, mermaids, etc. Some of my poems are dark/spooky, macabre Halloween type pieces. Some of my poems are very personal, dark and emotional. I don’t think I write about any one thing in particular or have a specific writing style. I just write whatever pops into my head in whatever style strikes my fancy at that particular moment.

Here are a few poems by Courtney Glover - and I know you'll love them as much as I do! ______________ First Glance

Why can't we simply love souls, instead of bodies or a face? Seems to me, that it should be rather quite commonplace. Faces wrinkle, bodies gain weight, or lose, sagging everywhere. With our once lustrous and beautiful, but now thinning, hair. Our bodies affected by our life choices, or things out of our control. No one likes turning gray. It's certainly not for the faint of heart, growing old. But considering how many, unfortunately, never get that chance, Perhaps we should fall in love with a soul, not simply a face at first glance. ____ Eternity's Dance

She lures them off their vessels, as they eagerly jump ship. This enigmatic siren, this alluring creature, this spirited sea-nymph. All it takes is a beguiling wink or a sultry shake of her bewitching tail. Every lovelorn sailor, eager for a kiss from her coquettish lips, without fail. It's not her fault if to their deaths, slack-jawed, they inadvertently run. Dozens will end up in Davey Jones' Locker before the setting of the sun. Entrancing sailors with her charms, on their love and blood she liberally feeds. Leaving a wake of wayward souls to dance amongst the fishes, for all eternity. ____ Immortal Ink

From the pen to the paper, from one’s thoughts into a symphony of words. Of those wishing desperately for be seen and their voices to be heard. To submit one’s soul in immortal type or indelible ink… For tomorrow is not guaranteed, despite what we may think. ____ Oubliette

Her heart, a fathomless sea of emotions, filled to the brim with regret Her soul, an oubliette, where she keeps all the things she wishes to forget

She longs for wings so that she may fly away, away from all the heartache and loss To start anew, to be a butterfly that forgets its chrysalis prison, to be free despite the cost

Photo: Courtney Glover.