Where has 2017 gone?
Love is in the air.
It’s National Poetry Month.
More poetry is needed.
Established a little over two decades ago by the Academy of American Poets, librarians, poem enthusiasts, kindergartners, writers, everyday people and everyone in between have made contributions towards poetry’s cultural survival.
Inspired by the successful dedication toward Black History (February) and Women’s History (March), April came to be the month that is reserved for the art of poetry and the encouragement of a growing readership.
As a poetry enthusiast, I was delighted to discover this news! Having written stanzas of my own, I was excited to contribute to the craft. Though, in this blog, I would also like to pay respects to poets before me whose words have inspired deep emotions and some of my better writing.
My hope is to also inspire you, reader, to delve into the art of poetry for yourself. Discover which poets truly speak your language (or languages!) and perhaps try your hand at writing poetry of your own!
To kick off, I want to share a lovely poem by the incredible poet and writer and multi-talented, Warsan Shire. After moving to London as an infant, she writes with deep introspection and clarity. Her insights on feminism, love, heartbreak and loneliness go deep, which is why I would like to feature her today. I would encourage you to check out more of her writings as well as her blog.
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do, love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
I hope everyone has a lovely weekend (and Easter! 🙂 )