A poem about autumn as the perfect metaphor for mental health.
My latest piece for Dear Damsels – which is not, for once, a poem! – shares the story of the ice cream van that made me cry on a regular basis during lockdown, and the hope it eventually brought.
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 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!
It’s ironic, really, that during a time when we should be focused on the insides of our homes, I’m rediscovering my city.
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.