Poetic alchemy
As a young child I wrote poetry, badly but enthusiastically, secretly. I then did an English degree which involved, of course, reading lots of poetry. I continued to scribble down verses of my own but the degree was more concerned with the deconstruction and analysis of other people’s poems.
I’ve always fancied doing a creative … Read more
Trinity
Trinity
These three;
chair,
bench,
table,
the trinity,
Have held my family;
My boys and me.
From babes slopping and slurping mush,
massaging orange sweet potato into the whorls and whirls of the
naked, unprotected wood.
To toddlers climbing on the curved wooden chairs to finger rainbows in sticky paint.
School books taking flight … Read more
Poetry
On reading Nikita Gill
Oh! What a relief
To find myself,
My life,
Reflected back at me
In poetry;
Without the corsets
Of manned constraints,
Unlaced to let me breath.
I can freely exhale
At last,
And see
My own experience
Reflected back at me.
All those years at school learning the lines of … Read more