As promised, I have looked for (and found) poems that I wrote ages ago. Last week was poems from my Creative Writing module, this week one poem that I wrote at the library course I did and one reworking of an old poem that was submitted for my degree.
The hallway frames the front door of my home.
Guarding me from well-wishers, I need to be alone.
Seasons, styles or Saturdays, there is always eyeliner,
bold black wings from cut price to designer.
I woke the other day, robbed of my right hand
sudden stolen senses, are hard to understand.
War paint frames my face, I’m ready for the world.
Without eyeliner, I look a different girl.
Blurred vision, a thousand texts becoming unbearable.
In her best posh voice, she tells me I ‘look terrible’
Healing, time and patience all falls into place
I’m faking being well, with eyeliner on my face.
Samantha Henthorn © 2015
I’m sorry I didn’t come to your funeral.
The long-distance made it impossible.
Your sister’s phone call echoed strangely,
reminding me of you – I almost knew.
I’m sorry I didn’t go to your funeral.
Happy days and happy memories,
time dissolved the Christmas card list.
Robins, feathers, bereavement tokens,
I wonder if you know the reason;
how sorry I am I didn’t go to your funeral.
I don’t know why the above has come out in small writing- I copy/pasted it from a word document.
Happy Wednesday everyone! Samantha xx
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