Hello there you and hope your day is good to you..
This was my first attempt at trying a Villanelle. This was a prompt set by themumpoempress (a lovely poetry writing club for mums that I’m part of)
Now, it was a challenging form to do that’s for sure, but also fun. Great way to keep you focussed on technique, rhyme and structure. I had a headache after that little creative burst from all that focussing!!
Of course, I based it on this awful past 18 months of (dare I say it?) Covid (I said it)
Please let me know your thoughts – and do you enjoy playing about with different forms?
During the second national lockdown in England last summer, we went for a walk along the Albert Docks in Liverpool. This place is usually a bustling place to eat with lots of fabulous restaurants. I also love to admire those historical buildings, especially looking at the Liver Birds on the Liver buildings.
During this walk, I felt a sadness and wrote a poem after; as it was so strange walking through a place in complete lockdown and watching others passing the time along empty streets with a very eerie feeling.
The bustle is back again, people are enjoying those meals while overlooking those fabulous buildings. Lets hope it stays that way!
Thank you for reading my post and hope ‘you’ have a beautiful day and be kind to yourself ❤
The following poem was the first poem I ever wrote, just after the first lockdown in England last year. I started writing to make sense of such a daunting situation. It was also the start of my beautiful journey with poetry and writing, which is very cathartic.
Most restrictions have been lifted today (19/07/21) in England and everyone is feeling mixed as cases still continue to rise. How are you feeling about it all at the moment? Its so normal if you’re feeling a mixture of emotions.
Thank you for reading, and hope you have a lovely day (sun is shining here in England 😎)
It was a tricky old age No belief in myself It was an awkward stage Still finding the self
It was an age full of doubt at what path to take It was the age I was hurt – Oh I experienced heartbreak
I was a sensitive girl through those teenage years, Nineteen; was an age That were full of fresh fears
It was a tricky old age No belief in myself Now the years have gone by I’d say ‘dont be so hard on yourself”
This poem was written in response to a writing prompt ‘nineteen’ from the mum poem press writing club.
It was a lovely prompt to work with and I ended up doing a rhyme! I reflected back on those teenage years: It brought back lots of memories. It really is a challenging time being a teenager. It was also a time I experienced my first heartbreak (goodness me I was so upset at the time). It was a time of insecurities, low self-esteem, sensitivity and being extremely hard on myself – I’m sure you can relate?
I’ve certainly grown so much as a person since then ( life is a constant journey of growth). I turned 40 last year and as the saying goes ‘life begins at 40’…
I’m certainly at a stage now where life experience has made me learn, grow and to stop trying to please everyone and saying ‘no’ more (without feeling guilty). Being more confident with who you are as a person and self love/acceptance is so important for growth! But growth is a constant journey. Being mindful/self aware helps. Writing is also a huge part of that growth for me.
What was being 19 like for you?And have you changed/grown since then?
Have a lovely day and thank you for reading my post 💖
I have to admit, poetry wasn’t an art I was into until this pandemic hit. I remember studying it for my exams in secondary school but that was it. I just didn’t get it.
Well. Talk about what I was missing. Maybe its getting older, life experience, recent sadness in our world, heightened emotions: but It really has been a means of comfort to me throughout this past year. Have you found comfort through this art?
Learning all about the art, writing my own poetry and reading from many great poets; transports me right back to familiar, relatable places while bursting with imagery and power.
Seamus Heaney’s Blackberry-Picking
Oh what poet doesn’t like Seamus Heaney? When I first started writing and reading poetry over a year ago I started reading an anthology with a collection of his greatest poems ( I remember studying a few at school).
He was such a beautiful and talented poet; and could really hit the five senses in such a powerful way.
Being from the country in Ireland this poem just transports me back to that place of innocence during my childhood – where you would run through those fields picking those juicy blackberries from those bushes. Even his description down to the pea cans and jam pots. Children just loved to run wild with anything they could find, in order to collect those blackberries. Living near my grandparents farm and even his description of the bath in the byre (you country folk will know this well)
Finding comfort through poetry
This past year has been difficult for you and I. We’re living through something we could never have imagined. Connecting through poetry if its writing or reading some of the greats, has really opened my eyes and tapped into the emotions in such a powerful way when you let yourself ‘feel’ and get lost in those words.
Some of the greatest poems have been written through the hardest of times. Does this tell us that poetry isn’t dead, but is very much alive?
I’m so thankful I connected with poetry throughout this pandemic and as a therapeutic outlet. I know it will be part of my life now going forward.
What poem/poet do you like that takes you down memory lane in the country?
Thank you for reading my post and have a beautiful day, reading some wonderful poetry!
I wrote the following mindful/reflective poem using the writing prompt ‘tranquil paradise’! It was such a lovely prompt to work with: as it transported me right back to when my hubbie and I were on hols in my homeplace in Ireland with our girls. We would do nightly sunset walks along the beach – when our girls were tucked up in bed back in nana and grandads. The beach was a stone throw away and it was such a lovely evening ritual. I grew up in this place and now realise how much I took it for granted.
With lockdown we haven’t been back home since last summer. But we’ll be back again within the next few months (all going well 😉)
Atlantic Coast of Ireland and Those daily sunset walks – Shimmers on the salty sea Gold glistens as we talk A Gentle breeze grazing my cheeks, Sounds of swishing waves Tranquil paradise: I dip my Toes and splash away. Feathers float in setting skies Horizon mixed with glows On a shore where I grew up Such beauty as it shows Surfers surf in paradise like Dolphins play with waves Serene sunset, Atlantic Coast Sunset walks, those summer days
Have a lovely day and keep writing – it really is good for the soul 🙏💫!
As it comes to the end of ‘mental health awareness week’ (mental health foundation UK – a very worthy foundation) and its promotion on connecting more with nature, I reflect on the importance of this awareness. I feel a strong connection to nature and it is so beneficial to my mental wellbeing – especially throughout these uncertain times that ‘you’ and I find ourselves in. I’ve connected vastly with the outdoors throughout this pandemic.
It sounds so simple and it is: stepping outside, soaking up the outdoors and all that beauty – while getting a good blast of fresh air in the process! I know the thoughts sometimes seem harder than the actual doing! But ‘you’ start to reap the benefits from doing so…
Onto that lovely word called ‘kindness’
I shared the following poem about being kind as one of my first blog posts (I’m 2 months blogging now, so still a newbie 😉), and I’m sharing it with you again. With it being ‘mental health awareness week’ I think ‘kindness’ is so important and how a little bit goes such a long way. Its one of the first poems I wrote when I first started writing poetry during this pandemic.
Thank you, it’s nice to be kind
A gentle smile, a heartfelt word, clears the cloud from my mind: lifting me out of the darkest of places ‘thank you’ it’s nice to be kind. A little text with those words ‘I’m here’ travels the length of the earth – the racing mind slowly calms from every word and its worth.
In a world portraying so much anger yet still has so much beauty – spreading kindness every day is undoubtedly everyone’s duty. Be kind you say, how hard is this in a world with so much confusion? kindness helps one another, without the fear and intrusion.
To someone in need a simple hello or even a chat over tea – is the greatest gift for a person to thrive and also to somewhat feel free. A withered flower blossom’s again and is no longer blind. Lifting me out of the darkest of places, ‘thank you’ it’s nice to be kind.
– Bernie Egerton June 2020
Kindness is so easy
Little gestures – heartfelt words
The ‘kind’ that matters
Thank ‘you’ for taking the time to read my post 💖🙏. Be gentle and kind with yourself; may it be filled with lovely walks/jogs/cycles (whatever you enjoy) kindness and surrounded by the beauty of loved ones and nature 🌲🌱🌻
Have a beautiful day and keep smiling – you’ve got this 🙏💫