Love, a many splendid thing
To know love is to see the right carried out in time of fear by many who care. To know love is to realise Loved ones are treasures we hold most dear. To know love is to do all that we can to help and assist our fellow man. To know love is to fight […]
HUMAN CONNECTION
This was written during the first lockdown in March 2020.
I had stepped out to go to the supermarket, observing my London had become a ghost town, a normally heavy traffic thoroughfare of Tottenham Court Road was silent, an eerie silence, barely anyone out, everyone huddled at home, not knowing what to expect outside…scared with what was looming outside the safety of our homes…
It is November 1st in New Cross and
This poem is about the anxiety that arises when you have a whole day ahead of you with no plans, and the way that anxiety can shifts to bigger and bigger things until the original thought is lost.
ANONYMOUS BLOOD
I moved to London during the pandemic to start my MA in Modern Literature. I research female corporeality and spatial politics, which influences most of my writing. ‘Anonymous Blood’ was inspired by research I did into references to the Scottish ‘Mary Hamilton’ / ‘Four Maries’ Ballad in Virginia Woolf’s ‘A Room of One’s Own’ — at the same time triggered by the shared experience of being a woman in the streets of London today. I wrote it while walking through the different parts of the city during lockdown, so reference is also made to the Mary Wollstonecraft statue in Newington Green, for instance, upon which I stumbled during one of my walks.
Pantone 300
I was inspired by the work of NHS nurses during the COVID-19 pandemic, and the quiet everyday nature of this work, which is usually ignored by society.
Unsafe, Unseen and Unsung
A deep breath, the beating heart Stifling the fear deep inside Ignoring the apprehensive eyes of the family They walked to the hospital to serve Unsafe In these trying times, the need to do something The opening of the kitchens The giving of the kind They helped to feed hundreds and thousands Unseen A helping […]
Pandemic hits the UK
The fear is rampant in all streets and corners A steady horrifying increase in mourners And all we can see are haunted eyes In thousands not hundreds – the numbers rise A steady horrifying increase in mourners As hotspots across the UK are affected The hospitals heroes face more horrors And all we can see […]
I Wandered Lonely on the London Bridge
This poem was written when I was walking along the London bridge. I was inspired by the people travelling on the bridge and the river flowing to the infinite end. Time flies and the relationship between people changes fast, so are we forever alone or not? This is the topic I would like to explore in my poem.
Zoom Recital
A poetry recital over zoom, as a nervous reader.
Judges on a Zoom Call
A fictional scenario where two patriarchic editors are using zoom to toy with an upcoming writer.
Finding something
I have been struggling to find the career I would fit in and keeping motivation to carry on seeking the career I wanted but I have been slowly building myself and after some realisations this is a poem I wrote subconsciously and I loved it. Its a small reflection of how I have been going through my journey of self discovery.
Alone Time
A prolonged period of unemployment during the pandemic, and the feeling of emptiness that came with that, led me to write this poem.