Poetry Blog by Kate Hubbard
Like cats and dogs
In the rain.
The storm outside
Seems to end
and the storm
Sunday 13th October 2019 2:21 am
With tight Puppet Strings, it controls me,
It's iron fists strangle all breath from my lungs
Its ink black tendrils cover my heart and envelope my mind.
There is no escape.
I drown with no water about,
My tears come in rivers that stream down my face
and my screams, there in no more horrible a sound.
My heart bears the pain of a thousand knives
and my body, no...
Friday 20th September 2019 10:54 pm
What is home?
sometimes I feel I have a foot in each country,
my legs lay witness to the vast unknown of the sea
I visit one, and live in another-
yet I never feel like I truly belong.
In my birthplace, I am asked:
Where are you from?
And yet, I was born not 20 miles from where we stood.
in the land of my ancestors,
there too I am asked of my origin
So, I am left wit...
Friday 13th September 2019 9:05 pm