A poem inspired by William Henry Davies's 'Leisure'.
One year ago today, we were told to simply stay at home. I've attempted to summarise my feelings in this poem.
This poem, titled Re: Your Last Email, asks us to explore the language women use in their emails; the overly apologetic and careful wording often taken adopted, compared to the more assertive and direct messages often sent by their male counterparts.
I was asked by my colleagues to write a poem about our city for Valentine's Day 2021 – a love letter to our south-coast city.
Whenever I make my mum's lentil soup recipe, I'm back home with my family, at the wooden kitchen table.
Lamenting the loss of even the less-than-shiny aspects of a family Christmas, and yearning for time with loved ones - even if it does mean arguments, discomfort and awkward moments.
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!