London Grip Poetry Review – Reshma Ruia

Poetry review – A DINNER PARTY IN THE HOME COUNTIES: Emma Lee credits Reshma Ruia with being able to spot and to use the small but telling details of a social encounter.

A Dinner Party in the Home Counties 
Reshma Ruia
Skylark Publications 
ISBN 9780956084064
 62pp          £9.99

Reshma Ruia has an eye for discovering a detail – which might be a conversational phrase or an image that creeps into peripheral vision and stays – and can play with it to create a vignette that’s lively and conveys a recognisable scene but from a slanted angle so readers are asked to look again and pick out what they missed from a quick glance. A dinner party sounds informal and fun but it’s also a place where people jostle for status. The home counties are of course the counties around London; but the use of “home” also pins this as somewhere to relax, somewhere welcome. In the title poem, someone has to ask,

"Where are you from? Originally?”
One false move. I will be caught in their net.
How pleased they look.
I don't drop my cutlery or my vowels.
BAME? Or is it really BLAME?
I become an acronym in certain rooms.
What I feel, think, or eat can never be marginal.

The opening question may seem like a casual conversation opener, but the implication is that ‘you’re not from around here’ and the follow up ,’Originally?’, will be familiar to anyone whose appearance or accent doesn’t fit. The questions have already identified the person being asked as other, so it’s a tricky one to answer, particularly if the answer doesn’t comply with the questioner’s prejudices. While the person being questioned becomes treated as a minority, what she does and how she behaves is scrutinised for evidence of her otherness, whereas the other guests are not subject to such scrutiny. The poem concludes,

Don't push me to the edges of a faded pink map.
My face pinned to a rogue's gallery labelled "minority alternative arts."

The speaker is not going to be pushed to the margins or ghettoised under a label that implies her work isn’t good enough to be considered alongside mainstream arts.

Not all the poems are about the experience of being Indian and British (Ruia was born in India). ‘It is a Poet’s Fault’ visits an affair started by a man quoting a poem until

One day you remembered who you were:
Your bouquet of words wilted dry,
your eyes threw down shutters,
your wedding band appeared, glinting gold.
You said it was the poet's fault.
Gently, so gently,
your hands pushed me back into the world.

The man hid that he was married until he decided the affair would end. His mistress has been twice cheated: firstly by the deceit that he was available when he wasn’t and secondly by being denied a say in whether the affair should end. She finds herself pushed away with a gentleness that implies he’s done this before. But he blames poetry and doesn’t take responsibility for his actions. Perhaps he views heartbreak as poetic too.

‘A Conversation with Sylvia Plath’, notes that her grave is ‘a shrine of sorts’,

Paper roses. A postcard. A child's rattle rusty gold.
A wedding ring. A photo of a smiling Ted, his face
buried in the nest of her bouncy gold hair
where a red ribbon blooms. A drop of blood.
I lurk there with empty hands.
I have nothing to give.
She will speak soon.
The clouds bleat heavy with rain.
The church is a clown's face streaked with tears.
Still, I wait.
The trick, she tells me, is to balance while falling.
To stand still while burning quick.

The list of items starts as generic, ‘paper roses’ ‘a postcard’ and becomes more personal to Plath’s life, a reminder she was married to Ted Hughes. The image of him smiling with his face in her hair is intimate, the ‘bouncy gold’ suggests hope. But a ‘red ribbon blooms’ is a sign of unhappiness to come, particularly when it becomes ‘a drop of blood’. The image of the church appears contradictory and sets up the contrasts between the pieces of advice Sylvia Plath apparently offers, ‘balance while falling’, ‘stand still while burning quick’. (The latter could be a reference to a quote on Plath’s headstone, ‘Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted’.)

The poems in A Dinner Party in the Home Counties contain a sense of playfulness and energy. But Reshma Ruia also uses her accessible conversational tone to convey serious points and encourage readers to look at how we treat and relate to others.