Biography

Caroline Skanne is a writer with poems published in numerous literary journals and poetry anthologies. She is a Londoner living in Hackney since ten years back, originally from Sweden. She writes poetry and fiction.

Educated in London at Brunel University (BSc Hons) and Goldsmith’s College (MA), she studied anthropology and cultural politics. Areas of expertise relate to the arts, gender and language - her final thesis exploring the link between literary representations of heroism, gender and identity.

Themes of female liberation and understanding of culturally constructed stereotypes were recurrent topics throughout her education; and remains a significant inspiration creatively.

Caroline Skanne has never been scared to experiment, develop original ideas and break new ground. Above all she works hard, searches high and low, and never forgets who she is and where she comes from. Passion, pride, and a positive attitude are words that paint her self-portrait, simply add a contagious smile to complete the picture…

Samples

‘recharge’

When the Light of Day
Rests her head on
Autumn’s bed,
She leaves her frail
Dress in a floral heap
Telling the Dark Night
Of a desire to bury her
Need in the season’s
Transformative hold,
Baring her body in
The soulful wish to be
Seduced by the fading
Colours of November’s
Falling gown

Earth-bound she
Waits for the wind’s
Breath to take her,
To the new beginning
Envisioned in fiery
Dreams touched by
Longing for spring
To emerge with a
Promise to rouse
The Light of Day,
Rejuvenated by the
Quiet deepness of
The Dark Night’s
Passionate embrace


‘They Knew Love’

He is everything
To her
She needs nothing
From him
So they meet
Two souls complete

He sees beauty
In her
She feels pain
In him
So they entwine
Body with mind

He gives more
To her
She takes less
From him
So they blossom
Together as one


‘everything to me’

This moment
Strokes away
All pain
As love
Whispers
In the dark
Your hands
Touching
My heart


‘perceived perfection’

(i)
Blemished beauty
Blooms
On the hidden
Wood
Of scarred
Selfhood

Flawed femininity
Feeds
On the idealised
Inadequacy
Of regulated
Fantasy

Perceived perfection
Persists
On the limited
Impression
Of societal
Misdirection

(ii)
Blemished and bruised
A flower still grows
Setting beauty aglow

Flawed and famished
A woman still survives
Contesting femininity’s laws

Perceived and portrayed
A thought still gravitates
Escaping perfection’s claws


‘EROS lives’

Close

To my heart
Secret desires
Rest loyally
In memories

Longing

For more
Of the same
Dream
Where
The erotic
Is ignited
Through
Spirituality

With fire

To satisfy
Any desire
That fulfils

Through body

And mind
Or the other
Way around

Teaching

Pure bliss
In a kiss
That swallows
The essence

Of the divine.


'I am'

the curse I carry,
a blessing – I come
undisguised. When
others sleep, I stay
awake. My essence
released, in a daze
of enigmatic hue. Only

misunderstood I can
remain true – only half,
undone. In the silence
of my reflection, thoughts
gravitate. In the direction
of my mind’s enfolding
perception. I stay

alive, puffing away on
a past – I stay encapsulated
in my reality. On clouds of
incomprehension, dream-
like I return. Once more
remaining. Just the same, as
I ever was. I come as

I am

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

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'recharge'

Posted on Wednesday 7th November 2007 3:45 pm

‘recharge’

 

When the Light of Day

Rests her head on

Autumn’s bed,

She leaves her frail

Dress in a floral heap

Telling the Dark Night

Of a desire to bury her

Need in the season’s

Transformative hold,  

Baring her body in

The soulful wish to be

Seduced by the fading

Colours of November’s

Falling gown

 

Earth-bound she

Waits for the wind’s

Breath to take her,

To the new beginning

Envisioned in fiery

Dreams touched by

Longing for spring

To emerge with a

Promise to rouse

The Light of Day,

Rejuvenated by the

Quiet deepness of

The Dark Night’s

Passionate embrace

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