If you’d asked me 3 years ago what I was least looking forward to come the start of university it would probably have been poetry.
No. Scratch that…it would definitely have been poetry.
It’s safe to say that it wasn’t my favourite form of writing, partly because I didn’t understand it, and also because I felt my skills were lacking when it came to writing it.
Fast forward to the end of my degree and suddenly it’s not so bad.
Below is a collection of some of the poems I included in my final year portfolio.
The theme I focused on was ‘Utopia to Dystopia’, and this was reflected in the content and structure of the poems, as well as the ongoing narrative throughout the portfolio.
Online was something I was inspired to write after going through so many conversations that always seemed to pan out the same way. Recollection Memoir, on the other hand, was written as a stream of consciousness. I put pen to paper and wrote whatever came into my head for two uninterrupted minutes.
The final poem, Extracted, was created by random selection after browsing through an anthology and picking 14 lines that caught my eye.
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shone down memories of youth running wild in the
howl of a wolf where the water crystal and
picture framed to a light without fear that
in the grass and in the shadows over by
the blood that we don’t know the
frozen recollection in the night emerge with
streets turned to grain where the tunnel ends from
my heart by the lake harboured for
what we pass by in remembrance of the children.
So so fragile
the lesson we can each-
I have nothing to say!
I fear I can no longer think
& I have not been able to divide.
He says he hates me
the heart is thus flexible
yet such a gesture might be taken to mean any number of things
On that side of the river
with the devil –
such an idea in man’s image.
All things are made bitter;
birds caught in blocks of ice
the faster I travel.