as visible evidence in Court No. 1. Yet this abuse too
resonates – and whilst mental scarring also heals
much like a bruise, or a bone broken in anger,
it is carried, leaden, inert, hidden:
hidden, that is
until the point of no return is reached.
This week, on dVerse Poetics, Shanyn has asked us to write as if words are seeds. What an interesting idea, not to mention, imaginative!
I’m not quite sure if I have travelled down the right (weed-strewn) path with this one, however, I was keeping plant life in mind as I wrote and, as you can tell, looked at word-seeds sown that really should be kept to themselves. Whilst weeds, I think, are beautiful plants and flowers growing in a place that we humans did not choose, word-seeds of the nasty sort should never be sown at all! Bullying is wrong, irrespective of whether it is physical or mental.
Please pop over to dVerse to see how others have risen to the word-seed challenge – I will be linking up later!
*Columbine, or aquilegia is actually my favourite flower – how ironic that it is poisonous!
covered our bodies in chemically engineered layers,
refusing to let the crisp air penetrate,
wishing the dark days away,
as if time was ours to discard
with no consequences.
They say all this.
The world must have been different then.
‘Snow can lift my heart in a way that sunshine never could.‘
I have waited, and you have come Martine McDonagh
This week, on dVerse Poetics, Mary asks us to write poetry inspired by quotations – or by a photo, or by a headline in a newspaper, or, or, or… let’s get inspired!
I have used a quotation from one of my favourite dystopian novels, ‘I have waited, and you have come’ by Martine McDonagh. I highly recommend it! My poem is set in a future where the sun is to be feared, not welcomed…
Please pop over to dVerse to see how others have risen to the challenge!
This week, on dVerse Poetics, Marina Sofia has asked to write poetry about our identities, and has pointed us in the direction of Bhanu Kapil’s book ‘The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers’.
Ugh. Tricky. We are always changing, going through transitions of one kind or another, but after seeing Bjorn’s helpful early morning post and poem on this, I was determined that I’d not be taking part today. As you can see, I changed my mind…
In short, I haven’t got a bloody clue who I am and today, I don’t feel wonderful about that fact. As you can probably tell from my offering above. Tomorrow, it will probably sit better with me.
Marina Sofia asked us to look at four questions in particular:
1) Who are you and whom do you love?
2) What else are you, that no one has seen before?
3) Describe a morning you woke without fear.
4) What lingers when all is said and done?
I hope you enjoy my piece – please do visit dVerse to read the wonderful poems form our diverse, dVerse community!