I haven’t posted anything in a while–overscrupulous essay requirements and procrastination have taken their toll. And it’s horrible. So apologies for my long absence. Here is a poem I wrote, undoubtedly quite a personal poem, but I’ve chosen to post it because it’s not common that I restrict myself to an ABAB rhyme scheme, so it’s something quite different from usual. Probably, if only subliminal, inspired rhythmically by “The Song of Wandering Aengus” by W.B. Yeats.
This coffee blows up the thought of you –
balloons and decorates you
as though you were a prize:
such a lie.
Awful and subject to withering.
A poem, originally drafted as flash fiction, that I wrote from the perspective of a mother losing a child to Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, otherwise known as ‘cot death’. Structurally inspired by Plath’s poem,’Child’. Continue reading