Poetry Blogs (university)
“Gemma!” She snapped into consciousness, only partly. Her head was pounding and her fingers felt swollen.
“What time is it?” she murmured. Her eyelids remained heavy still, but they opened wide enough to notice the thin rays of light streaming through the dorm room’s blinds. Gemma shifted her body to face Alex. He looked almost as groggy as s...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 10:51 pm
It was always The Cabin
before her lectures
and Flic demolishing
The Times crossword,
sharing the clues but
writing the answers
as she read, smoked,
pushed her blond hair
Thursday 8th February 2018 4:15 pm
The water is terribly brown,
the water is terribly brown.
Beside the pool lie spread-eagled
academics, wearing terrible frowns,
cavorting in hideous gowns.
This is a lesson in three crowns,
the king, the knave, the clown,
poetic lineage watered down,
by a muddy lake on edge of town.
I'd like to see them falter,
and then drown.
Thursday 7th July 2016 9:04 pm