Carole Johnson, writer, artist, Friend.
Every so often you may receive an unexpected gift - a glimpse of hope, a joy shared. El Duende by Marlene Fulcher is one such gift.
Her many poems weave skilfully in and out of life’s delights and disappointments. This poet understands the importance and intricacy of form, but she delivers so much more. Some appear simple, as in ‘Soft Voice, Rich and Clear,’ yet metaphor imparts a depth of feeling which brought me close to tears. Other poems, first step only one step away, show how few words are needed to say so much.
For this reader, a poem need not have obvious meaning, it may simply be. But it must have something to say, however subtle.
From the opening line of A Celebration of Friendship. ‘There is a time, a time for giving birth’, to the last line of her final poem Yesterday and Today. ‘I loved you through all your yesterdays and I love you still today,’ Marlene achieves this. A delightful collection of poetry.
Saylor Rose, Western Australia
I really enjoyed this playful and creative showcase of heartfelt poetry in this debut book by Marlene Fulcher. It's a wonderful monologue crafted from a cascade of intertwined throughts, and beautiful observations of life
I was given as a gift a small book of poetry, “El Duende” by Marlene A. Fulcher. I was delighted to see she is a West Australian author and couldn’t wait to dip into its pages.
Wow! Such a range of subjects covered – family, loss, nature, love of country, magic and life in general.
The writing was quite visual to me, I could see images in my mind as I read. Some of the poems moved me to tears, others brought a smile. I like Marlene’s take on life, the way she embraces the whole of life – the happy and the sad, the daily grind. The poem Legacy of Love, very cleverly uses old postcards to tell the story of a wife and mother waiting for her husband to come home from WWI – the last line delivers such a blow.
The powerful writing in Recall leaves you thinking. It’s hard to pick a favourite as so many connect on a personal level, but Living Drums seems to call to me at this moment in my life. That’s the amazing thing with this book – it’s full of gems that you can dip into over and over and everyone can relate to this honest and simple way of writing. Loved it!
Osheani Joy Rainbow, Australia
Each Poem had me curious for more. From the hope found in a garden or nature, to the grief of war times. Explorations of family relations, to hints of esoteric themes. There seems a piece that touches on so many of the experiences and expressions of life.
The words dance about fluidly and had me curious and holding on for more to explore the writers experience and perspectives on life. A delightful read.
Writing and crafting words is an art and should be just as visual as painting or sculpting clay. Good writing paints and sculpts images in the readers mind just as clearly as something seen by the eyes. Marlene Fulcher’s skill in visual storytelling is visceral and emotional. You can genuinely feel the words on the page in your gut, and you will need to pause after each poem to reflect on the power of the story told. Poetry is often seen as simple rhyme and rhythm, but Mrs Fulcher has truly turned it into an art form.
Ivy Higgs Writer and friend
The title of Marlene’s book of poetry, El Duende, meaning Wind Goblin – Creative Force, is a masterstroke.
Marlene is indeed a creative force who, with a word, a line, has the power to evoke memories both good and bad. Willing or otherwise, you find yourself lost in the deep, dark horror and fear of war, can almost taste the bile, hear the bombs whistling overhead; turn a page and you are exulting in a young girl’s delight as she watches her father fashion a pair of desert boots for her first Saturday hop.
Despair, hope, love, regret, abound in this wonderful collection. I laughed, I cried, I reminisced. But, most of all, I just enjoyed reading the work of a remarkable wordsmith. Thank you, Marlene.
Dorathy Duperouzel, writer, friend.
How wonderful to hold in my hands, to read a book containing Marlene Fulcher’s poetry, which includes many of my favourites, poetry that shows the moods and quirks of life, in a variety of forms. I enjoy the slinky sneakiness of, Nightmares, the oceanic rhythm of, Sea Sprite, the promised tranquillity in, Song of Twilight, the hoof-beats through, Riding the Wind.
The haibun, Somewhere in France, is complimented beautifully by, Sestina of a Letter home – 1917, To Your Dear Self, In the Stillness and Legacy of Love. Other poems pattern soft words, flowing words, that echo love, loss, regret – and stir memories of my life, my family, my stories.
Thank you, Marlene, for your wonderful collection.