Silence is oppressive,it sits on me. I heave in my breath,and let it be squeezed out. At least I only have to make half the effort.It’s a relief; I am tired of trying. I like the silence,it holds me still. Holds me like you never will again, or ever did back then.
Hi all. While I drown in highlighted notes in preparation for my AS exams, I thought I’d offer you another Arvon poem. This one was the fruit of being forced to pick out two words from a hat and turning them into a title. I’m not sure about the result, so let me know what […]
I posted the first draft of this poem a while ago. I hope you enjoy the final version. LossLike a punch, hard, coldCore-sickening until a lump forms in your throat – A burr hooking itself in your windpipe – And breathing is painful to your soul Like a scream, a tsunami buildingFrom a hidden, hellish […]
Here is another poem from the Arvon course I wrote about here. If you’ve ever been hurt, this one’s for you. (One of my friends suggested I send it to TfL, which I just might!) Yes, youWho do you think you areTo pummel me like rolled pastryAnd flatten me into forgiving? To bake me so […]
Untitled Push off with a strong stroke, One, two, one, loss of rhythm Loss of me, Bluff, I’m fine, this is my art Here with my wet skin, I carve, Inside I’m cold, cold, The numbness like a flash Inside, I dance Untitled I throw a pebble into the lake And the ripples show me […]
Dust circles, heavy, In the light from the dirty, Unshuttered window pane The web hangs, fragile, Glistening in the dingy, stale air, That smells of hazy memories Its whiteness, so fine, so fine, Ever swaying in the draft, From the always closed door To reach up and break it, Comes into my mind To sweep […]