An Experiment in Poetry

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.

wonderland (i)

Four walls made of paper that fall apart in the rain

and the tears of a young girl lost                                                               drowning

now found

in wonderland

 

one drop

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

ask

for help

need

help

lost in a world where

communication error

and

communication error

and

system malfunction

and

there was an issue with the server, please reboot

and the noise and the noise and the noise is

silent

the world is

silent

by our standards because its

hard

to remember what existed and what

exists

but we forget that it  exists because its

hard

to break out of these four walls made of brick

and wires

and plastic

and metal

and paper that falls apart in the rain

and realise that wonderland is a reflection in a

world torn apart by

ourselves.

Writer’s Block

Red brick landscape scratched into the eyelids

dead-end thoughts on a blank page

closing in

tighter

break down doors to the street

house after house after

house

white brick

red brick

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

escape

from your prison-cell paradise

and redefine freedom

cross rivers to the forests

where the world is hidden in a maze

write

on the barks                                       of trees

grown tall in the light

fresh air

to breath in

                                                no longer                                             walled inside

 

time                                                                  to                                                             shine.

STOP THE SALES

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