I hate the way my skin is blotched and pink,
And the remnants of spots on my pale cheeks.
I wish my foundation stayed on my face
And that I did not need it there at all.
I wish my lips weren't always dry and chapped
And I wish my hair didn't fall straight down flat
(But I wish I had not cut my hair short)
I wish my limbs were not sharp and angled,
I wish the skin around my nails was soft.
I wish my wrists weren't skinny and frail
And I wish my skin wasn't so goddamn pale
Sometimes I wish my hair was dark auburn,
And that I reminded people of fall.
I wish I could scrape my hand through my hair
Without it looking like a messy nest.
I wish I smelt like honey and vanilla,
And wore soft knitted sweaters when it's cold.
But the truth is I'm not suited that way:
I look bad in mustard yellow sweaters
And drink more coffee than necessary
And wear too much monochrome and leather
Sometimes I wear floral skirts and dresses
And confuse the people who think I'm cool.
But really I just wish I wasn't tired.
Monday, 28 September 2015
Sunday, 27 September 2015
Poem Analysis- Balloons and Composition
Balloons
- Commas regulate the rhythm of the poem
- '---' gives a sense of the list continuing and Plath's amazement with the world and how extensive it is
- Exclamatory sentence makes Plath sound shocked
- Imitates the journey and life cycle of the balloon
- Less punctuation towards the end of the poem
- Full stop at the end of the poem to symbolise the death of the balloon
Composition
- (blue) as an afterthought, as if it's important to Shapcott that the reader knows that the pencil is blue
- Becomes more disjointed as the poem continues
- Overwhelmed by what's happening
- (blue) as if that information is important
- More disjointed as the poem continues
- Sense of the poet being overwhelmed
- Begins poem with 'And' as if the readers have just stumbled upon someone's thought process, almost like we're intruding, the poem has been going on long before it's been written.
Typographical Crimes
- Sansom uses disjointed punctuation and other 'typographical crimes' to show the reader how much punctuation impacts on a poem and how it influences the tone of the poem.
- 'Composition' uses lower-case to symbolise breathlessness,
- 'Balloons' starts each line with a capital letter for emphasis, sharpness
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
The Product of Negativity
I am the product of all the times I said no.
Of the ‘play it safe’s and the ‘better safe than sorry’s
I am made of report cards saying ‘a pleasure to have in
class’
And ‘she’s a quiet girl who should speak up more’
I am the product of all the times
I was told to
apologise before talking
And to cover your mouth when you smile.
“So as not to show your crooked teeth”
I was always told to ask for permission before asking a
question,
As worst case scenarios were forced down my throat
Until all I could taste was someone else’s regret
And told it’s more valuable to listen to others than to
offer
My own burdening thoughts
So when they say to speak louder, ‘Don’t worry!’
‘What’s the worst
that can happen?’ and ‘You won’t regret it, I promise’
I offer little more than a shy smile and think:
‘It’s hard to not be a product of all the times I said no’
Friday, 18 September 2015
Childhood Memory Poem
I have a
memory
Of a
television screen dropping from a wall
To project
an image of a collapsing tower
The screen
lit with red, black and grey
My blotched
pink toddler hands gripped a net made out of twisted rope
As I gazed
upon a gathering of people, a clump of individuals
Bound
together by grief.
I have a
memory of being at my grandparents’ house
Waiting
expectantly for my parents to come back
(Even though
I did not even know they were gone)
I stood by
the door
Silent.
Alone.
Until I saw
a limp hand on my mother’s belly,
Her eyes
ringed with pink, her cheeks wet.
I did not
understand back then
That I was no
longer going to be a big sister.
It’s funny
how my memories of grief are the strongest ones I have
But have also
swallowed up entire years of my existence
As if grief
is the only reason
I have
memories
But also
forgotten them.
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