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A Different Key, John MoleThe jacket is white. The author's name first, then the title, are in caps, centred in the top section, big enough to be read but not giant letters. The title is a bold font. Below this is a tall oblong print, showing trees, hills, the sun as a white circle in the sky, and below one of the two trees a human figure, perhaps with a stick. Clearly a rural scene and conveying a sense of lightness. At the foot of the whie jacket is the publisher's logo.

New Walk Editions, 2017  £5.00

Quality, not quantity

12 poems across 14 pages might look like meagre value but, as ever, it’s the quality that’s important, not the quantity.

A Different Key is suffused with grief which has to be exteriorised. In ‘The Rebuke’, John Mole reflects that he’s always been ‘Driven by language, as a pianist / By the sight of ivories’, but widowerhood provides no such consolation: ‘Which is why now / In bereavement’s wake, the undertow / Of loss, I fear the doldrum drift / From one false start to another’. The marine imagery, implying the sense of drowning, counterpoints the musical metaphor with which he reproaches himself for failing to let ‘impulse’ get the better of ‘conscious effort’:

                           that such wordiness
Should seek for reassurance, and that loss
Has yet to lighten, finding the way
To make fresh music in a different key.

The rhymes are quiet, unobtrusive and underscore the understated (perhaps stereotypical British male) response to grief.

The pamphlet, despite its underlying theme, contains some unexpectedly lively treasures, such as ‘Piano Man’, a bravura response to a performance by Oscar Peterson:

Athlete of jazz,
His racy razzmatazz
From hot to cool
Breaks every rule
But he knows that his act is
Perfected by practice.

In my experience it’s hard to write well — whether in prose or poetry — about music per se, let alone jazz, but Mole succeeds brilliantly here with words that match a talented musician who is ‘Heavyweight but handy / With the glissandi’ (a memorable couplet).

‘Comma’ wittily takes the punctuation mark as its unlikely subject: ‘Not a boomerang or a frisbee thrown / in the expectation of return / but a careless comma loosed mid-air / on a breezy page, insouciant’.

A Different Key’s closing poem, ‘Fraught’, superbly brings to the surface the emotions caused by a well-meaning friend or relative:

The interrogation of a hand
laid too lightly on the shoulder
or upper arm, those gestures
that make of me a man apart,
how I welcome yet resent
the mild, compassionate intrusion.

It ends, as the pamphlet began, in self-reproach; but with these particular poems what the poet deserves is fulsome praise.

Matthew Paul