Poetry Blog by Isabel Hope
To long for the tall and rounded neck
Of the swan overwintering.
To wind it round all snug and warm,
Tucked and sheltered under wing.
To see me through to daffodils,
When the long nights up and scarper.
But first the wind will undress trees
And its bite will get much sharper
For now the song has dimmed to still
And the sun just won’t stay put.
The air is g...
Sunday 18th October 2020 6:18 pm
Sun is teasing me,
Making its way through…
Cracks in the cloud,
Gaps between buildings.
As if it’s not allowed
To give all that it’s yielding
Yet still it finds me,
For just a few beats…
Over roofs, on my brow,
A little hope it can shed
Not for long but just now,
Warms the corner of the bed.
Monday 6th April 2020 12:29 pm
No matter where, no matter how long.
It takes just a few bars of that worn song
To choke that lump you thought you’d swallowed,
To wade again through that already wallowed.
A laugh at such a foolish feeling,
Minutes to add to those they’ve been stealing.
A week ago, to my dismay,
It sounded different. What’s changed today?
Something in the air perhaps, or even in ...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 2:58 pm
Brims a sturdy cup.
Wakes tired eyes,
Tells the body lies,
Leaves a heart rate speeding up.
Friday 21st September 2018 12:47 pm
The day is longer than I give credit
Its promise a trait I often edit
This ailment is guiding all my thoughts
On the lore that I am yet to be taught
And what seems an inconceivable goal
To fit them all in, take its toll
So much to advertise the easy bet
So much to tempt to sink and forget
That days, like stones that land ashore
Some can be brighter than ones there before
Saturday 23rd September 2017 5:37 pm
In a bitter late winter’s light
On a smoggy backdrop of the sun’s goodnight
Score of arcade pop and sirens sound
Cameras clicking and public astound
Consume the scene, they flock, they swarm
The show is now and now they perform
Like cooling tea in morning sun
They stroke the surface then swirl up as one
Tiny fibres, they vibrate the same
The silent mu...
Monday 8th February 2016 5:27 pm
If all I’ve done isn’t quite enough
But it’s enough for a shallow night
If tonight’s my last, it won’t be so tough
It’s fine because the mixture’s right
Three great notes, you kept in the back
They play now and you feel the same
As when all the trains were kept on track
And life was a winning game
A tiny window of time well spent
A pen to paper, a mind with sen...
Thursday 4th February 2016 12:26 am
However hopeful a feeling
Some would be left reeling,
Would leave tomorrow without a greeting
To know hope could be so fleeting
If so selfish or altruistic
Hope can seem just unrealistic
Perhaps ‘twas there in drunken need
A separate drink would cause to plead
For reunion with the previous thought
The calm, contented one I fought
With bloody bleakness and co...
Friday 4th December 2015 11:38 pm
Despair, ironically the word
Where print before me or even heard
Can change the mood or shift the tide
Can leave my lips yet stretching wide
A rule so often among my prose
Concludes we all possess some woes
This word induces I to clock thee
A word perhaps intent to mock me
A hopeless word by definition
Discordant from my current condition
Can sometimes leave my concerns spilt
Friday 4th September 2015 11:46 am
Man made, masonry maze
So distant from our base
Open heart and an hourly haze
An everchanging face
Years would take to see each square
And elsewhere are our years
One could be a long affair
Rest stay behind the ears
Or perhaps with perfect planning
Not all but many fit
Squinted eyes and vision panning
A few could see you sit
Wonder where to place the blame
The picker of our len...
Sunday 30th August 2015 9:54 pm