Another addition to poet’s corner for the week – enjoy!
Facebook reminded me of a poem I wrote this day last year and so I thought I would get back into the swing of things with another little bit of poetic waffle.
Last night, I was reading Matt Haig’s Reasons to Stay Alive (review & giveaway coming soon), and he describes depression in the way Churchill did – as a black dog. Just as a I began to drift to sleep, my brain latched on to that metaphor, and my latest poem was born. Luckily, I wrote this one down… I will never stop being surprised by the power of words.
Mental illness does not care who you are. It does not care whether you are a naturally bubbly person, or a pessimist. It doesn’t care if you are a loner, or surround yourself by friends at every given moment. It doesn’t care if you are in love. It doesn’t care if you are a high flyer. Mental illness is a predator, searching for your weak spots and exploiting them.
A (non-exhaustive) list of things I hope to achieve… Hold me to it!
I love a haiku. Simple, but elegant. Traditionally, the haiku should centre around the theme of nature, however I love using the haiku form to tell the love story that dwells in my brain. It is like fitting a lifetime of hidden glances, heartbeats and sweaty palms into 3 lines. Twisting in cold air; Breath mingles in the nighttime And then stops.…
I confess that I cannot resist the gift section in Waterstones. I love the novelty, the unpredictability and the variety of things on offer. There’s something magical about buying something, because you want it, not because you need it. Today, I popped into Waterstones and laid claim to a Magnetic Poetry set – magnets and poetry; what’s not to like?! It’s probably my…