Writing On Wednesdays #16 ‘Elm: Written From The Rage Of The Earth’

Scratch scratch We’re digging out. Climbing the roots of the earth like rope. Click click Lock your doors and lace your land with salt. Scrape scrape This wood won’t keep us in, Not for long. Lock your doors all you please. Scatter scatter We empty the town as light leaves. Quiet your children, go below.… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #16 ‘Elm: Written From The Rage Of The Earth’

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Writing On Wednesdays #15 ‘A Case Against Willful Ignorance’

Buried: Part 1. You have forfeit your past, in the name of fruitless spending and mountains made of paper, dyed into colours that tell you how much you are worth. Uncovered: Part 2. Memories repressed, haunt your dreams. Haven't you learned yet? Wounds ignored, fester, infect, growing bacteria, occupying all life. Exhumed: Part 3. All… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #15 ‘A Case Against Willful Ignorance’

Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’

This is for someone as warm as the sun. For years now I’ve been desperately trying to curate myself into a garden. So far I’ve only managed a few weeds, one or two spring blooms that lived short, bright lives, before they died. I tend to the patches of earth, unreliably and clumsily. And sometimes… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’

Writing on Wednesdays #4 

You are a small village, located in the south of England. Secluded, safe, you can't see into the shadows. We are in the shadows, behind the tree line, we are the wolves, red on our lips, we are hungry and it's your blood we're after.

Poetry, and why it is still important.

Poetry is an art that has been part of humanity for thousands of years. It used to be how we told epic stories, or folklore. Whether it was in ancient Greece where poetry was paired with music, or at a poetry slam in 2015 where words are spat out like rap, poetry is still, was… Continue reading Poetry, and why it is still important.

Requests

They asked me to show them love, so I wrote a thousand words on the night sky - stars caught like smoke in the air of a closed house. But, it didn't impress. So I cried over fabricated people, lives written in pages, deaths captured in pictures pained, with figurative tears. It didn't impress. So… Continue reading Requests

Weekly Poetry

So last week I missed my weekly poetry goal (*cries and begs for mercy* lol), so apologies for that. This week for my poetry class at Uni we had to write a poem based on the ideas or form used in one of Claire Trevien's poems for her collection 'Shipwrecked House'. I chose her poem… Continue reading Weekly Poetry