4am

Just a little something I wrote in the early hours of a morning.

 

Some of the best things happen at 4am. Watching beautiful sunrises. Sometimes hanging out of attic windows in the nude. Sometimes down by the river with your friends on a cold New Year’s day. Sometimes with your girlfriend, hand in hand gazing over the docks. You might snuggle up in a dank spare room, happy to finally be alone as the buzz wears off. Maybe you are curling up sweaty and happy after a tinder hook up. Or perhaps drifting off peacefully in the arms of a girl you’ve been crushing on for months. Occasionally it’s on a river bank with friends as a summer storm rages on outside or in a noisy festival field, trying to ignore the smell of warm cider in the air. More often it’s on a random sofa after a long and blurry night, you might be resting your head on a stranger’s leg and using a smokey hoodie as a blanket but you’re comfortable and that’s all that matters. You could even be in a hotel room, sleepy after a wedding, relieved to be free from your heels. But most of the time you just got distracted, lost track of time. Well that’s what you tell yourself. Really you know that 4am is a magical time and you’d hate to miss it with sleep.

Toodles

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Sunday Poetry

Happy Sunday everyone!

As some of you may know, I am studying Creative Writing at university. I thought it was about time I shared some of my work with you all. In class on Friday we were experimenting with poetry. We did a few spontaneous writing exercises where we were all given an arty postcard as a starting point then our lecturer asked questions to move our writing along. It was really new and fun for me. I enjoyed writing quickly, without any time to second guess myself. We wrote two poems and I really liked the first one I wrote so that’s what I am going to be sharing on here today. I edited it very slightly (organising punctuation and structure) but it’s pretty much just what I wrote on the spot in class.

Balloon Battles

Flowing fabric licking thick thighs
the sun beating down
forming midday beads of sweat.
Rainbow carnival colours;
orange, green,
red, blue.
Energy, celebrations,
drinking and dancing.
The drums in the distance
calling the party to arms.
Full-frontal joy
into balloon battles.
A moment of happiness
for what has been given.
Life, that is all.
Birds in shades of ocean
creeping from a tender grasp.
A skull ever present,
life only temporary.
Always there looming
begging the beat on.
The women glancing
toward the bouncing noises
the booms moving them along.
A figure walks in with a flourish
joining the swaying, surging crowd
light is what she brings.
Flowing fabric licking thick thighs.

Poetry is something pretty new to me so I was a little nervous about sharing this. Please let me know what you think in the comments, I would really love some feedback. Hopefully I will have more creative work to share in the future.

Toodles.