Tag: poetry

Growin’ up with Emily

'three girls sat dangling out the doors of a car, sea salt and suncream'

‘Ah, bitter chill it was!’: John Keats, the winter Romantic

If these next months feel dreary and dark, as they undoubtedly will, do seek solace in the strange, mysterious world of Romantics.

Mother

"I waltzed in her arms down the high street"

Rules to Live By in Your New Home

"No 1. Label your collar to avoid feeling ornamental."

Wings and Words: why you should read Grief Is The Thing With Feathers

Recalling the first time I read Grief, on a thankfully empty train, I’m very glad no one was present to witness what must have been a harrowing and confusing parade of expressions as I progressed. It’s a few hours I will never regret.

Four Panels and a Pen

"Find us together: tiptoeing across the fanning pages of a calendar."

A Story That Begins With Rain

"Under the bent thumb streetlight, umbrella domes burst forth, splashing rich nightfall onto their neighbours."

On First Looking into Rupi Kaur’s ‘Home Body’

'bricolage applause as spoken word verses raining down like stardust'

Memory/Dream

'snippets of shared secrets, tied to a half forgotten memory'

Instead Of

"I won't have to close my eyes to remember your smile."

The Solidified People

"The people have solidified since the summer. Seized up in the cold. No longer fluid Melting and melding together in the sun They can be discerned as individuals now. Separate entities two metres apart."

Still

"Even as you float on panicked waves find the caress of a thousand petals softening you still."

Earthly Pleasures

"The sun hangs low in the sky like a ripe apple as my bicycle zig-zags over the thick paint-stripe shadows cast by the trees."

You’ll See Him

"Rain cracks its whip Against the windows. The wielder: autumn. From the cottage in the cleft of the foothills You can see a flickering light, just out of sight And it stains the blackest night."

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