The Flat
A poem about the heartache relationships can hold.
Sometimes we are so blinded by our love for someone, we are unable to see the bad, the red flags thrown up by their behaviour. This poem describes how these situations unfold in a relationship, and the despair and defeat that can be felt when it does.
The Mountain of Doom
A poem about the hidden junk heap in my spare room.
Outing myself and describing some of the weird and worrying items I found during an attempt to tackle the tower of random rubbish that I hide shamefully behind the door of the spare room. Hopefully this poem gives you a laugh, and inspires you to try and take on your own Mountain of Doom.
Tea for One
A poem about remembering your reality.
Grief is so hard to navigate, and even harder when you don’t have the one we love to help us through it, as they are the person you are grieving for. This poem describes the devastating moments in which you are forced to remember that your reality no longer includes them, and you must live on with only their memory.
Harvest
A poem about unavoidable hardship.
So many are dealt a tough – often devastating – hand from the outset. This poem explores the sad truth that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, fate destined you to fail from the start.
Pup
A poem about my best furry friend.
This writing is fuelled by grief and love. Ted was the goofiest, greatest and fluffiest boy, and I will always miss him, but I cherish the memories, and they are the basis of this poem.
Rekindled
A poem about nurturing.
This piece describes the act of nourishing something in need, and getting love and light given back to you in gratitude.
O’Connell Bridge
A poem about a homeless man.
While in Dublin, I couldn’t help but notice the sadness in a man’s face as we locked eyes while I walked across O’Connell Bridge. This poem is for him, whoever he may be or have been.
Bannee (‘blessed‘)
A poem about my home.
I am from the south of the Isle of Man and have lived there all my life. The places described in this poem are my favourite on earth, and deserved a written tribute. Bannee translates to ‘blessed’ in Manx Gaelic, and blessed I am to have these beautiful places on my doorstep.
Bed
A poem about procrastination.
The thoughts that were going through my head as I desperately tried to haul my sleepy a** out of bed, and as usual, failed miserably.
In Her Kitchen
A poem dedicated to my beautiful great grandmother.
I have the fondest memories of standing in her kitchen and watching her create so many recipes, and this piece is an ode to her and her famous apple crumble.
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