Apr 2020
disfigured mineral
on pinch
of water
ghost exhalations
nearby *****
at least sixty walk back
and forth
sky like orange
juice puddle
on a sapphire
carpet
this ice
that does not
melt
but what if
I am
your
last text
a chip of frost
almost
pricking my heart
truth
exposed as if long
dormant
under
gowns
of snow
on pinch
of water
ghost exhalations
nearby *****
at least sixty walk back
and forth
sky like orange
juice puddle
on a sapphire
carpet
this ice
that does not
melt
but what if
I am
your
last text
a chip of frost
almost
pricking my heart
truth
exposed as if long
dormant
under
gowns
of snow
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.
