Other Silent Days Update… Cover art

First for all let me say I am sorry this is the first update in a while. I have not fallen off the face of the planet but have been busy moving house and helping with an office move at my day job. I hope the day finds you all well and your weekend is off to the best start. 

Poetry has taken a little bit of a back seat of late with all the chaos that has been going on. However, what has been happening is the cover design for my upcoming book of poems, Other Silent Days. 

I am lucky enough to have my extremely talented other half, Heather Carr working on the art and below is a preview of the work she has been doing. I think it is amazing and captures the mood I was hoping for the book. What do you think? 

The crow is a very strong image in the book, mystical and misunderstood; symbolic in the journey that you will take while reading the poems. 

The book itself is split into four individual parts, each one written in a different year of my life. You will meet ghosts and sirens of the sea; feel heartbreak and hope in equal measure, and learn that the eye and the heart see things in entirely different ways. I cannot wait to share it with you all. 

I will be flying out to the States later on this week to spend some well earned time with Heather. I will get to see the art for the first time in person too! When I return I will be sharing more updates with you all, including when you can get your hands on a copy of Other Silent Days. Until then enjoy the art and if you like what you see, please visit Heather’s site here https://heatherunderground.com where you can find out more about Heather and her art. 

Thanks for all your patience and support. Love to you all.

Phil xx
 

Who We Are

This morning I have been reviewing my first draft of the new book, Other Silent Days. The poems in the book stretch as far back as 2012 through to the present day, covering various subjects.

With the current vile display of the worst side of human nature that is happening around the world at the hand of extremists, and the war mongering talk in the media and by the worlds politicians, I felt maybe it was time for reflection and inner peace. I came across the following poem and thought it was fitting to share today. I wrote it back in 2012. I hope it can resinate some hope in peace in your hearts. Peace.

Who We Are

I sought the stars for answers, 
The cosmology of truth; 
The origin of remembrance
In the vastness of our youth.

I found nothing there but deconstruction; 
The building blocks of life. 
I found no emotion in the void
Just the actualities implied.

No story to be told; 
No conclusion to be drawn; 
No scientific paper to write; 
No intellectual dawn.

Just faith in the knowledge
That we are more than the sum of our parts; 
There is hope in our existence
And the complexities of our hearts.

And we are altogether one
A symmetry of stardust –
A revolving mass of particles
Adrift in the darkness.

Despite all our differences
And varied points of view,
You are related to me
As I am to you.

And from a distance we are viewed
As just another lonely star
Flickering in the firmament
With someone wondering who we are.

Phillip Mellor from Other Silent Days (coming 2016)

Other Silent Days… After all the chops and changes the book…

Working on my new poetry book this morning. 📖 I am amazed that after almost 4 years of writing these poems I can look upon them as if they were poems by another writer. I know I wrote them, yet here they are after all this time separate from me in someway. I am amazed and humbled I have been given this gift of creativity and communication. I so desperately want to share these things with the world, not to be famous or rich (although making enough money to be able to be a full time writer is the goal) but to bring joy, light and happiness to people. To offer emotional support to those out there that think they are alone. This will ensure my gift is not wasted. 
My work often explores the theme of love and often I look at the darker elements of life, the disappointments and heartaches. But out of all that comes faith, positivity, hope and love. Yes, I write first and foremost to please myself, but it is my hope that my work can provide hope and warmth to people who feel that they have none. That they are not alone in how they feel. 
Many of the poems in what is to be a large single volume of work have been shared to Facebook and other sites before. Some of you will have read them and even requested that they all be put in a book one day. Well they are being, and sometime next year you will, should you wish to, be able to own a copy of them. 
I feel very strongly that because a vast number of these poems have been shared before that they in someway belong to you as much as me. That is why I will be selling the book at cost. No profit will be taken by me from the sale of this book. I want as many of you as possible to be able to read and enjoy the work I have produced and hope that you will all come along with me as I take the next step in my writing career. There are many exciting projects I have the wish to participate in and I would love if those of you that feel a kinship to my work could enjoy the fruits of those projects too. 
Life for me has been a rough ocean these passed 4 years, though calm seas never made a great sailor, and I now see the sunrise and the promise of tranquil bays. I am so grateful for the challenges I have faced. So happy and thankful that I got to meet so many wonderful people along the way. I think the title of the book really captures my feeling on this time. It is to be called: Other Silent Days. 

Poems Vol 1

On the 10th July 2015 I will be releasing my first ever audiobook, Poems Vol 1. The poems I read and recorded for this cd album are taken from a cross section of my poetry books, seven of which are from the upcoming collections Poetrybox Vol I to IV and are currently unreleased. There are 22 performances in total and they were recorded between April and June of this year.

Although I have done my best to select poems that fit together despite being from several collections and periods of time, each poem has its own personality, and I have tried to honour that in the production, preferring to capture an individual atmosphere and feel rather than record them all uniformly.
Each package is printed in full colour and put together by hand by yours truly. No mass production involved. The card for the cd case is made from 100% recycled materials and the printed card both attached to the front, back and the inlay are sourced from responsible and recycled sources. The CD is a beautiful vinyl style with a black data side to carry the retro feel for vinyl lovers and each one is hand signed by myself.
I don’t currently have a store set up on my website, so if you are interested in having your own copy of this please private message me. Each album is £5 + postage and packaging (prices included at the bottom of this post) and each one made to order.
Here is a sneak peek at the package with artwork by Heather Carr and the poem, Trees, Autumn from the album:
Postage Prices: UK £1, Europe £2.50 and Rest of the World £3
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You’ll Know Him

Far across the desert 
Over the dusty cracking earth,

There is a man of legend 

Who lives a life of dearth. 

Inside his soul is hollow,

Devoid of love or light. 

His heart is pruned and withered 

And his blood runs black as night. 
His name I cannot speak it,

His look I can’t describe. 

But you’ll know him by the piercing

Daggers in his eyes. 

No man or maid dare wander

Into the hovel of his room. 

Inside he keeps such secrets

That no one should consume. 
I hear he lived a wondrous life

Had a wife and two fine kids.

But fatal fate had turned one day

And broke his love to bits. 

He turned his back to the sun

And wandered off the edge,

For years no one has seen him

But I just can’t forget. 
For I know him in the silent

And wounded on this road.

I’ve seen him in the eyes of those

Who’ve lost all self control. 

I’ve felt him move inside me

And whisper to me lies.

He runs in tear-like rivers

That pour forth from his disguise. 
So if you come to know him

Don’t look into his eyes,

Don’t sit down at his table

Or in his water you’ll baptise.

He’ll turn your soul to desert 

An arid desolate land. 

And you’ll too wear the scars

Of this broken bloodily man. 
So while I’ve got a voice to speak,

While there is hope within my heart.

I choose to spark a candle

That holds back his deadly dark. 

We all must learn to live here

Side by side with every man

And accept that there’s a balance 

In time’s silver shifting sands. 
Far across the desert

The wind it howls and moans. 

But devil’s cannot speak the names

Of things they can’t control. 
Phillip Mellor 2015

New Book/Old Books

I am hard at work on a new volume of poetry that will be available to you all later in the year. Until then, if you enjoy the work you read on this page, I have several books available for purchase via the link. So if the fancy takes you, please visit my store and take your pick. Not only will you recieve a beautifully printed book that you will be able to pick up and read at any time, you will be supporting an independent writer. The world is a difficult place for anyone trying to stay independent in any industry, so by buying just one book you are truly supporting me in the best way possible. It helps me fund future projects and really means the world to me. I am not really a salesman so this comes as a slightly alien thing to me. But those are the perils of being independent. Thank you for reading this and taking an interest in my work. Every comment, share or like means the world to me. Till next time. Take care. 

Phil

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