Hey readers, it has been a while, although it seems like yesterday when I posted about Coping mechanism for managing COVID-19 related anxiety. Whilst things have massively improved since then, the Corona virus is still a cause for concern and remains a hot top. With that said, I am definitely looking forward to the awful British weather reclaiming it’s number one spot as the most common conversation starter.
Since my last post I have immersed myself in a number of activities, from my house renovation to strategizing the return of Afromindz production post Covid. Due to COVID-19 we had to pause filming entirely and prioritise the safety of ourselves and interviewees.
Between working a 9 – forever (it seems) I needed a creative outlet, so I resorted to my love for poetry. My earliest memory of an interest in poetry stems from my Secondary school English Literature class. I recall being asked to read a poem from the anthology and unlike many of the other kids, I was actually excited to read out Havisham by Carol Ann Duffy, “Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then I haven’t wished him dead. Prayed for it so hard I’ve dark green pebbles for eyes,ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with.” The language used in the poem immediately caught my attention, the tale of a jilted bride so well written that even as a young girl, I felt her pain.
Poetry has always been a great way of expressing diverse emotions, it is a unique form of story telling.
I created a new tab to make it easier for you to find previous poems and future poems.
Alone with my thoughts was written at the beginning of the lock-down and reflects the experiences of many.
