Poetry Blog by Hazel ettridge
Poems hub on After The Storm (Wed, 12 Aug 2020 01:04 pm)
on The State of Things (Fri, 7 Aug 2020 09:31 am)
on The Darkness (Wed, 1 Jul 2020 02:45 pm)
Hi, this is an old image poem of mine (the first thing I wrote when I got into writing poetry a few years ago) that came back to me as I woke this morning in the form of a perfect Haiku.
What is a poem?
A murmuration of words
Friday 16th October 2020 7:44 am
Here on the snooker table
I'm a ping pong ball
Tuesday 29th September 2020 9:14 am
Where does it come from this surge of delight?
As I watch the blue, grey, white, light and shade of clouds
And feel their gentle invitation.
"Come" they say "Or stay. We're with you either way."
They welcome me, and all of me.
The sneak, the cheat, the liar, the bully, the thief.
The lost, the blundering, the ignorant, the bored one.
The million hopeful answers and the hidden ...
Sunday 27th September 2020 10:45 am
I know only this breeze on my cheek
I know nothing of the countless other faces you have caressed and bitten
I know nothing of the houses you have assaulted and battered
Or the seas you have stirred into tumult and storm
I don't know where you end or where you begin
I know you were blowing both treble and bass through bamboo pipes
Long before I came here
And you will be rustli...
Sunday 20th September 2020 3:28 pm
In the blink of an eye, the humans had blown across the planet,
Like the North Wind, in a gale of crazy-making,
Leaving chaotic striations of human mischief in their wake.
Then they were gone.
The trees reclaimed the earth.
Monday 17th August 2020 1:23 pm
The one hiding in the dark, on the edges - the self who has been denied, made wrong, shamed.
The one bathing in the light, in the centre - the self who has been selected, groomed, made acceptable.
The one turning to stone in the dark cave - who doesn't fit with the story I'm telling myself.
The one I leave standing or turn away or ignore when she arrives at my door.
The one I'm always ...
Sunday 16th August 2020 9:56 am
Lying face down
Black loamy soil in her eyes, nostrils, mouth
Rain slashing and puddle pooling
Her body a pelt
Winds howling their rage against distancing rules
Push against her
Push into her
Pummel her with gusts like fists
Hold her and throw her
All that she has been
All that she has done
Ground into the earth
Lost in the great soak-away
Wednesday 12th August 2020 12:33 pm
We poison the well and wonder why
There is no drinking water in the tap.
We kill the bees and wonder why
There is no food on supermarket shelves.
We ravage the earth and wonder why
The floods and fires come.
We prise open the box and wonder why
Pandora's pandemics pour forth.
We close our eyes
And wonder who to blame.
Friday 7th August 2020 8:53 am
Written in a moment when I'd just had enough of man's cruelty, ignorance, arrogance, carelessness and wanted to hide myself away- but realised the opposite was what was required in these times.
The Darkness wakes us from the slumber of complacency.
Only from sitting alone in darkness do we discover our heart-wrenching longing for light.
Only by facing the horrors, feeling ...
Wednesday 1st July 2020 2:24 pm
I can't breathe
Said the man full of colour
To the man
Whose colour had drained away
Along with his humanity.
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 1:26 pm
I was reluctant to go out
It would be cold, damp and boring
Just like yesterday and the days before.
I walked along the sea front,
Stopped for a mug of tea at Eddie's.
Then I turned back to the car .....
The sky had been obliterated
By lowering charcoal clouds
Beneath which, a ribbon of burning copper
Flamed along the horizon above
Multiple metallics of glittering sea...
Saturday 11th January 2020 2:54 pm