Poetry Blog by Irina
One Night I Stole a Purple Balloon
One night I stole a purple balloon
From a cheaply decorated nightclub
I was pissed out of my mind so it looked pretty
And taking it seemed a good idea.
When I tied it up at home
Like a child decorating for a birthday party
I did not expect it to be there for long: balloons
Tend to run out of air or escape when you lo...
Sunday 17th February 2013 2:15 pm
This is an ekphrasis on L'Agonie by Felicien Rops.
Sonnet on Death
Demons clutch at your rib-cage ladder
Grasping the arteries, choking your veins
Your bones are now fragile and ready to shatter
Oh dear, you're looking quite pale.
Your bloodless skin is as thin as paper
With cavities where worms slither in.
A struggling heart still resisting the Taker...
Friday 25th January 2013 7:53 pm
I'm studying Creative Writing in university, and my first poetry lectures were all about trying to define what poetry is. Personally I found this a bit unnecessary; I've never felt the need to put the entire art of poetry in a box, draw a diagram of it and give a lab report on its composition - it's one of those things you just feel, right? However, in class we were asked to write an Ars Poetic...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 10:26 am
While Poetry Unplugged was off schedule for a couple of weeks, I took the time to produce some experimental material for my performance on the big comeback night. As difficulty coming up with fluent end rhymes has always been my biggest restriction in writing poetry in my second language, I decided to seek help from a rhyming dictionary. It turned out to be a brilliant idea; I was excited, like...
Friday 7th September 2012 4:26 pm