At the start of this year I was planning on which poetry events I wanted to go to in order to publicise my new collection ‘It’s All In The Blood‘. I managed a few local ones, and had a slot booked to perform at a Ludlow poetry night, right at the beginning of March. Then 2020 hit its stride in the UK.Continue reading →
They carved a mirror out of shadows when you died,
just to pull your reflection from it,
held the silhouette up like a man
full formed and walking
despite the brittleness in his limbs
when he reached for anything other
than the stories they planted inside his mouth
like the kisses I used to keep there
when the world receded with the tides
on blue moons and snowy days in June.
I alone knew that you did not smile in that way.
I alone knew the curve of your mouth
was remade backwards,
the bend of your nose lost beneath legends,
a scar on your palm,
no longer than the width of one finger
healed by their songs.
If we had laid together I would not recognize the man they’d forged,
even your eyes changed colour
in the light of their voices.
In the end I had to learn to let them keep you
this other version of you,
that I did not own,
and I did not know.
Daily Prompt: Famous (Also inspired by Madeline Miller’s ‘The Song of Achilles)
Will there be a day,
when legend and mythology
become the final refuge
In December I thought I might attempt the December Form Challenge. Unfortunately I only managed to complete three poems for the month, due mainly to a title wave of university assignment. So for anyone who is interested. Here are my three fixed formed poems all the way from December.
Lost in Wishing
I took my dream and threw it down the well,
Where I had tossed coins and wishes for you,
Poured my hope in the silence as it fell…
When I once thought that fairy tales were true.
I wanted silver knights on proud horses,
Godmothers, white mice and pumpkin coaches…
But then you wanted to fight the dragon,
And what was our future became fiction.
Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of Chaos
My brightly burning ice giant; god of fire,
My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers—
Will you still love me on Ragnarök’s byre?
When your children wage war on their elders?
For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos,
And each will sit back to watch the destruction
For none shall be able to forestall this loss,
Or find another world to which they can run.
If you say yes; that you will adore me yet…
Should I trust those lips which kiss me sweetly?
That weave such beautiful tricks, traps and nets
To trip and catch the Æsir and their army.
Tell me, if it should be my breath leaves first,
Should you take another into our bed?
Or should you deem this world to be accursed,
And wait for the fates to cut immortal thread.
Another Failure I’ll Add to The List
Your magnificent masterpiece leaned to the left.
Framed and fixed, we never noticed until we stepped away.
You bulged blue, swore saffron and screamed at the help-
As if it were their faulted frame leaning lopsided!
I think I said something, maybe made mock;
My taunting tongue always for an attack on you…
So we both swore saffron, but only you bulged blue.
So those were my three poems that I managed to write for the December Form Challenge in 2012. For anyone interested in seeing the list of forms and the prompts, here is a link: http://kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/art/DFC-2012-Form-Chart-339762217
As always, please leave a comment if you have one since I love to hear what people think of my work. Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!
Poetry is supposedly akin to song-writing. If I’m honest, that idea is a complete crock. Ask me to write a poem and I’ll be able to bury you under sheets of random scribbles, limericks, sonnets, haikus! You ask for it, I’ll write it.
I have never been able to write a song, at least not successfully, or to any sort of standard.
One of my new flatmates however, is exceptionally brilliant at song-writing. Food and entertainment all in one, (since she is also the best cook out of the lot of us).
So you can all see how utterly wonderful she is, I have decided I should share the link to her most recent YouTube video, containing the song she wrote, and plays regularly when we’re sat up in the kitchen.
I will say now, I’m bias, I love the song! To me it is the greatest thing since sliced bread, or perhaps since bread itself! But you can decide that for yourself when you go and check out her channel.
Without any further ado, here is my lovely friend Miss Maddie, and here equally lovely song “If Looks Could Kill”.