Apr 2020
feel guilty spoiling your frozen heaven
looking up at roof of bronze
walls blushed with scorch marks
trees like wrong-hand scribbles
my bones chilled
your skin ice-flecked and old
where’s the red flag of the battle
shivering from the sky?
a dusty sliver of history
as my watch trips past seven
sun kissing Hermann
and the song of joy
chorus of cornflowers
blooming again
looking up at roof of bronze
walls blushed with scorch marks
trees like wrong-hand scribbles
my bones chilled
your skin ice-flecked and old
where’s the red flag of the battle
shivering from the sky?
a dusty sliver of history
as my watch trips past seven
sun kissing Hermann
and the song of joy
chorus of cornflowers
blooming again
Written: 2018/19.
Explanation: A poem that was part of my MFA Creative Writing manuscript, in which I wrote poems about cities that have staged the Eurovision Song Contest, or taken the name of a song and written my own piece inspired by the title. I have received a mark for this body of work now, so am sharing the poems here.
Explanation: A poem that was part of my MFA Creative Writing manuscript, in which I wrote poems about cities that have staged the Eurovision Song Contest, or taken the name of a song and written my own piece inspired by the title. I have received a mark for this body of work now, so am sharing the poems here.
