POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about a poet
This can be yourself or your favourite poet (or poets in general)
Katie Was A Killer
It’s over, I remember thinking
My darling Katie’s wrists are worn,
A bone poking from behind the stubborn skin
Tired of writing the words,
A thought down, and she was gone for an hour
Scribbling all kinds of nonsense
I’d never seen her write about her own.
Always a word about will,
A word about a thought she swore
To slit her throat before spelling aloud,
A word in the morning about
a dream she’d had;
Fingers gently outstretched to
Something that became apparent only then-
She’d almost had it,
Was sent grasping for such heights that
Waking, in her eyes, was the cruelest death.
Forgotten by midday,
Katie wrote of absurdities
None other than liars and criminals would love
With a wrist as stubborn as hers,
Crammed into a position that would
Speak vulgarity, not wonders
And would remain shaped by the world,
Not stretching, joint by joint,
To catch the sense of content only
Tangible in dreams-
In other words,
It was simply not what she wanted.
One day,
I thought,
Watching that same calloused hand
Speak like an abuser,
One day,
I might take the pen from her hands and
Replace it instead with a tissue
To wipe away the blood that
threatened to seep through the edges
Of her nails-
But only as a fraction of her dreams,
So perhaps that is the reason
Why I got the feeling that,
Through all of her dedication
And love for what she does,
Nothing would change
The fate she created on her own.