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Showing posts with label innocent. Show all posts

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Origami Swans

Eyes wander over grazed, stained arms
skin thin as canvas
stretching over bone
framing a piece of art so frail
its pigment begins to fade,
paint cracks feather over
every detail
as blurring narratives
fade into
sunlit backdrops

Cut fingers
and pin pricked minds
trace over
origami thought
wrapping lace bandages
over nics
and accidental incisions
sewing stories onto
paper
in bespattered paint

The room swarmed with paper swans
as the floor turned to red

Friday, 20 September 2013

Just a crumpled piece of card

I wasn’t expecting to be used

I wasn’t expecting to be abused

To be a family portrait pinned to a cork board
Just a small yellow pin pressed against my spine
Each pixle a memory, punctured by pins
My body the remains of a crumpled piece of card
No I wasn’t expecting to be used

To be a balloon filled with helium falling from the sky
The promise of freedom, tied down by a string
Death just a needle prick away
I wasn’t expecting to be abused

To be a Barbie doll wrapped in sweet wrapper dresses
Lips painted bubble gum pink
Straw hair bleached to perfection
Being pulled by whichever child wants to take me off the shelf
I wasn’t expecting to be abused

That virgin apple, you just had to take a bite
So fresh It melts on your lips
And slides down your throat
I was asking for it they said
But I wasn’t expecting it to be you
That boy with the butterscotch lips who didn’t hear the word no


I wasn’t expecting it to be you

Spoken word poem inspired by the work of Jeanne Verlee, I am hoping to set up a youtube channel soon so that I can post audio clips of the spoken word series read aloud, as on paper they do not convey the emotion I targeted. The brief was to write a poem focusing around an issue, I chose rape. There is a poem by Neil Hilborn and Renee Schminkey entitled One Colour, which deals with the issue of rape, they describe how society preaches that there is one kind of rape, one type of girl walking down that one part of town who gets targeted, not the truth that it is far more complex than that, I really advise you take a look at the links I have posted, they are amazing poets and such inspirational poems.
My poem, in my opinion is a bit too repetitive but I wanted to try and work on something longer than my usual posts, which are often only two or three stanzas long.