As I promised the other day, here is another post with some of the poetry included in my second year portfolio. The two that I have included here are definitely some of my favourite poems that I wrote during the three years I was on the creative writing course.
In my previous post I mentioned how my second year work was quite experimental, especially in terms of structure, and this is definitely the case with the work displayed below. Although it may not appeal to others, I really enjoyed this way of working with the white space on the page. The way it can affect other people’s interpretation of the poem is something I find greatly interesting, especially seeing as poetry is often subjective anyway.
I have one more poem from this collection which I plan on sharing. Originally it was going to be included in this post but I changed my mind at the last minute. Instead I decided that I would dedicate a whole post to it because, as well as being a lengthy poem, there are so many different elements to talk about and focus on.
On to what I’ve got for you here now though.
The first poem, ‘wonderland (i)’, is inspired by the writings of Lewis Carroll, in particular his stories of Alice Liddel (or Alice Kingsleigh as fans of the Tim Burton films may know her). I wanted to use the concept of Wonderland in an ironic way in order to represent the modern day dystopian society that we live in. Although it may look glorified on the surface compared to the past, the world nowadays is a darker place than it’s ever been, and I hope that is what this poem evokes. I used it as the opening of the portfolio in order to set the tone.
Along with this I also have ‘Writer’s Block’, a poem that I believe is a very reflection of that terrible thing we all suffer from at various times in our lives. The disjointed structure that gradually falls apart combines with the written content that talks of freedom and feeling caged. In doing this it forms a narrative that slowly breaks free from itself and provides the narrator with the sense of euphoria that comes when the writer’s block is over.
Four walls made of paper that fall apart in the rain
and the tears of a young girl lost drowning
enough to make you smaller should fate find you
down the rabbit hole
wondering how to get back home and
wondering where home is anymore and
wondering if perhaps now you’re in a better place
where the wild roses grow above the trees and a
smile is but a
smile on a Cheshire cat’s face because
it’s easier to understand than to
lost in a world where
there was an issue with the server, please reboot
and the noise and the noise and the noise is
the world is
by our standards because its
to remember what existed and what
but we forget that it exists because its
to break out of these four walls made of brick
and paper that falls apart in the rain
and realise that wonderland is a reflection in a
world torn apart by
Red brick landscape scratched into the eyelids
dead-end thoughts on a blank page
break down doors to the street
house after house after
the perfect symmetry of (?)
civilised animals in their three bedroom cages
forgetting where they’d once made their roots
fifty mile run to break free
from your prison-cell paradise
and redefine freedom
cross rivers to the forests
where the world is hidden in a maze
on the barks of trees
grown tall in the light
to breath in
no longer walled inside
time to shine.