My Rocky Relationship With Poetry

I have a confession to make. I don't particularly like poetry. (Please don't unfollow, close the tab, and never speak to me again, hear me out!) The majority of it I don't understand. I don't even understand half the things I write myself, so stitched together they are with rehashed cliches and borrowed phrases. I … Continue reading My Rocky Relationship With Poetry

Poetry Wednesday – Week 7 – The Middle of May

This poem I feel like speaks for itself, it is set in a precise moment but also all of my life. I sat on the grass in the park and felt the night rain bleed through the bandage of my blanket, the back of my legs cold, the sunrays kissed my gooseflesh and transformed me. … Continue reading Poetry Wednesday – Week 7 – The Middle of May

Poetry Wednesday – Week 6 – Tire Iron

Kind gory death poem? Loosely inspired by the film 'Brokeback Mountain' and the documentary 'Matthew Shepard Was A Friend Of Mine'. Tire Iron Peach fuzz cheek deconstructed, the hard bone stone within, deep tones of red and darkness. Steel rust and blood lust.   Distended pulseless tongue an old man grey. Half seen eye like … Continue reading Poetry Wednesday – Week 6 – Tire Iron

Poetry Wednesday – Week 5 – Joan of Art

This week's poem is cleverly titled 'Joan of Art', I can't remember who in the writers society suggested that but I know it was one of you bees! It is about Joan Miro who is an artist with a very big place in my heart. Joan of Art At first the colours make little sense, … Continue reading Poetry Wednesday – Week 5 – Joan of Art

Poetry Wednesday – Week 4 – Breathe

I took a break from poetry Wednesday last week to publish something important, but I'm back this week! I like writing poems about death okay. This one is called 'Breathe'. Breathe Fresh archaeological soil, Carved stone relief, These things we hide behind – The green grass overturned To the earth he’s returned.   This him, … Continue reading Poetry Wednesday – Week 4 – Breathe

Poetry Wednesday – Week 3 – Beat Down

It's actually Wednesday this week and not even being completely dead after the writers society residential has stopped me. I wrote this poem while studying the Beat Generation for my dissertation, it is called 'Beat Down'. I thought it'd be a good one to post as the Beatific feeling of the residential - writing, chatting, … Continue reading Poetry Wednesday – Week 3 – Beat Down

Poetry (Almost) Wednesday – Week 2 – L’homme Dans La Bibliothèque

I set a goal and I stuck to it!? Nope. I forgot to get this post out yesterday so now it's poetry Thursday. Oops. This week's poem is called 'L'homme Dans La Bibliothèque'. As is self-evident in the poem, it is written about Michel Foucault, for whom in my time as a literature student I … Continue reading Poetry (Almost) Wednesday – Week 2 – L’homme Dans La Bibliothèque