Poetry Blog by Emma-Jane Stradling
Dead wood, no good.
Get rid of the dead
wood that won’t burn
like wet yew branches.
People are dead wood,
like soul callouses.
They cling to you,
bring only judgement.
Spouting forth sin,
or their own piss;
its all the same
when you don’t drink it.
They call you wrong,
say you are useless,
no use for burning.
I smack the dead wood
out of my life,...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:33 am
A little poem off the top of my head. Not edited, written v.fast.
Why should we bother?
To think about the souls
who fought in WARS
when peace is our goal.
Why should we bother?
To find a hour to spare
To witness their support
when we weren’t there
Why should we bother?
To think about the tears
Of all the men and women
who sacrificed their fears
We should alw...
Saturday 11th November 2017 10:56 am
The wind blew us away,
but we stayed sure footed.
Evening drew in
as dark clouds swam
in post storm
a God dwelling sky.
We built shelter
for your game,
The way you faced
made me so proud.
We the warrior queens,
wanting nothing but this.
By Emma-Jane Stradling
Thursday 5th October 2017 9:54 am
Enchanted women enter
Hades fucks Persephone
whilst watching a silver Queen
Re-enter the ordinary world
where Poseidon rules the sea
I dive through opaque water
the salt flushing out my eyes
under the silver silent waves
Wednesday 19th July 2017 7:39 pm
The girl begins to unfold like a snake
unfurling itself from it's resting place.
The arch of her foot, the ringlety hair,
the smooth skin that's yet to be shed.
She emits her stellar energies now.
Her unconscious is blissfully sleeping.
Then they start to tout, with their sales.
Girls on the front of magazines, exposed.
The innocents look on in suspicion.
Is this what ...
Friday 12th May 2017 12:33 pm
I saw you first when I strolled in,
massive horse, the god of the yard.
You gave us health, you god of healing.
The light streamed in; your heart lit up
just like you were Apollo,
the god of truth, you saw our souls.
You put your head on my shoulder
It was so heavy but I held fast.
You smelt of hay and horse.
Your stamps echoed around the place
your feet as big as di...
Monday 13th March 2017 11:25 am
She speaks up for the thousandth time,
when it's easier to keep quiet.
A star who says what's is in her soul
when you respond with your mouth.
A shard of silver pain in her heart.
But they have no idea.
You say the first thing in your head,
collapse her nebulous boundaries.
She’s a people pleaser, easily moved
by those who would like her to fall.
A nebula that ca...
Tuesday 7th March 2017 11:17 am
We hide our dark matter behind walls of soft red flesh.
Some people deny the existence of the matter.
Some think their's is so beautiful they should be first.
You deny the presence of it, even with my prompting.
I have descended into the dark labyrinths of my soul;
separating and extracting the Constellatus from Con -
‘together’ + 'stellatus.'
‘arranged like a star.'
Monday 9th January 2017 6:40 pm
You gave me hope when there was none,
from the misery in the mother and baby units
from my child's extraction, enraged breasts
useless. It was death, childbirth.
I too sat on the beach, at Southbourne
suicidal, with remorse reeking with illness;
I dug my fingers into the dark, cold sand,
and tussled with the need to stay awake.
I suppose the beach at Hastings was ...
Thursday 12th May 2016 4:25 pm
So I hear from you all that he has died,
the man that touched so many lives.
He has not left you in your heart,
now it's time to do your part,
keep his music alive through the dark.
His shining light will never depart.
He left a legacy to show,
his wishes for those who know.
Never let your creativity die,
From the starman waiting in the sky.
Tuesday 12th January 2016 9:38 am
I want to be alone,
but only within my family.
I want to to teach you
but only with him too.
I want to help myself
but only if you help me.
I want to be confident
but only if you are there.
I want to be creative
but only if you allow me.
I want to be a parent
but only if I’m parented.
I want to be an adult
but only if I can be a child.
I want to feel emotions
but only if you hold me...
Thursday 3rd December 2015 3:26 pm
Tuesday 3rd November 2015 3:55 pm
Can you imagine infinity as a 10 year old?
Yet now, 28 Years Later, I think it’s no time at all
I know you’ve been with me, all this while, watching,
I grew from a child, into a girl, then a daughter.
There were times when I wished you weren’t there,
private moments, intimacies, melancholic memories,
I silently searched for you to surprise me,
my wedding, a fatherly hug ...
Tuesday 19th May 2015 12:52 pm
Liquor, such a licentious name,
I hear it whispered on TV,
my hair stands on end.
I move the bottles out of sight,
to negate their seductiveness.
They cry to be held or treasured.
The weakness of wine glasses,
resonating when they are washed.
They are true to their purpose at least.
I pour a scant amount,
measuring with molecular like precision.
I swig it back with...
Monday 23rd February 2015 12:23 pm
scathingly steering myself towards salvation.
School Run: teacher testimonials and tallies.
an outcast from tradition.
Rousing the reluctant offspring,
combative to my requests.
We breakfast briefly,
on little balls of sugary synthetic yellowness
We arrive at school,
greet the countless glamorous goddesses
oozing out of the orifices...
Tuesday 2nd December 2014 4:50 pm
An evening, sitting, wanting, ripping, blackening.
An acerbic wind.
Wait for the train and the glut of passengers to spill out.
The end, endless encircling madness, himself in the wilderness.
Girls, Judas and their selfish wives, lives pass, suck Jesus.
In his selfish mask.
Tormented, pushed down, I’m full: kill, hell thoughts.
Giggle to stifle grief, uncomfortable familiar family and perfe...
Thursday 28th November 2013 1:06 pm
I am as blessed as bees benefitting from a bounteous bloom.
I am chosen like choosing a caramel from a box of chocolates.
I am holy like the hopping Robin just ahead of me.
I am forgiven as I forgive those who trespass against me.
I am as blameless as my brother’s baby.
I am adopted as an angry teenager whose assaults are acerbic.
I am wise as worries that have wro...
Tuesday 1st May 2012 4:06 pm
God is looking for action,
write a book or a manuscript.
It might make you woozy,
to sign a pact with the devil,
But take that first step,
peeling rust off steel,
deciding you can do it.
Then gaze blankly,
lean against a bar,
break a figurine,
take a li...
Wednesday 18th January 2012 6:09 pm
That mourning I went to the woods,
misrepresented by madness.
Life chastened, clouds crept on whilst I cried up on my cross.
I picked obscure rose petals and placed them in abandoned jam jars.
I trampled on my spirit, a quiet cost.
I found an inner peace, like a pardon.
A new diadem excavated encircled my loss.
I danced on wet grass with God, crown festooned.
I grasped but my hand me...
Tuesday 11th October 2011 10:56 am
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