A poem about autumn as the perfect metaphor for mental health.
This poem is for anyone who misses being close to someone, too. That time will come, but for now, let's think of drinking tea with them.
I've written a poem that's been included in Locked Write Down: a home-grown anthology of 22 poems written during the COVID-19 pandemic.
I wrote this poem quite early on in lockdown for a poetry submission on the theme of nature.
It didn't get picked, so I thought I'd share it on here. Waste not, want not!
I originally wrote this poem, Curtains Up, in support of Nuffield Southampton Theatres (NST) and their fundraising efforts, since they hold a place close to my heart. But really, this poem is for all theatres and performers.
You are so missed, and we will be there once again when the curtain goes up, ready to cheer you on.
I hope this poem may bring you a little peace in the middle of all this coronavirus chaos.
Any other weekend, I’d be out and about. But not this weekend. Not this week. Not this month. And not for the foreseeable.
The latest prompt from Dear Damsels was 'Open' - which immediately conjured up images of vulnerability and self-protection. The idea of an anenome sprung to mind instantly; and so I sat down, and began to write. This poem is the result.
Talking is a hugely important part of normalising discussions surrounding mental health, breaking down barriers and making change possible.
But there is so much more to be done.
Love isn't all fanfares and flowers, or fantasies and fancy dates.