NaPoWriMo #7 – Robbed

NaPoWriMo 2020, Poetry
a thief entered in daylight,
breathing air-tight,
with vexatious appetite, 
left the house frozen,
but patronisingly rosen,
each petal coerced me to an empty room
i, a cartographer shrouded in gloom,
found nothing 
my youth 
had gone. 

First-Act Curtain – NaPoWriMo #6

NaPoWriMo 2020, Poetry

Hello everyone! Today, I was scrolling through Instagram and came across a wonderful post by @christinemaricomics , which I have taken a quote from for today’s poem’s inspiration. Enjoy!

As I grew older, I began to feel a different, yet familiar, emotion in the same part of my heart – experiencing something so real but wondrous you feel as if you’re in a dream’

a white girl in a pretty dress smiles at me – NaPoWriMo #3

NaPoWriMo 2020, Poetry

Hello everyone! Today I’m taking my prompt from Apples & Snakes, a poetry organisation here in the UK. Today’s was to write a poem about either a spectator being captivated by an image or the image being captivated by the spectator. As I’ve been using Instagram a lot more I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot, so I tried to write out my thoughts. Enjoy! πŸ™‚

She stares back at me 
and I don't know what to tell her 

- this isn't the real me,
only a part of it,
at a certain time,
in a certain light,
turn me to the left and
I'll look better

but to you,
that's worse,

that's comfort,
some sort of reassurance that you're not doing
too badly.

So today, 
you climbed inside 
long pink skirts and lipstick stains
just to touch me,
and you vanished
- the best known magic trick
in your repertoire. 
did it make you feel better? worse?
I want you to look at me. 
I too am magic:
To her, I am the 
plastic surgery she cannot afford,
the skin she always wanted,
the curves she envisioned,
but never owned.
To you, I am a broken mirror
you never wanted to see,
so you could reach for that
plastic surgery,
and extra padding.
So go ahead,
click FOLLOW
and come
chase after 
my spells.
I know you want them too. 

Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong – NaPoWriMo #2

NaPoWriMo 2020

Hello all! Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem about a speicfic place. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my first apartment in my semester abroad last year in Hong Kong and what a nice place it was (sometimes), so here you go – enjoy! πŸ™‚

Des Voeux Road West never faced west,
only towards the other blocks opposite ours. 

Each morning,
my foot was met with a bunk-bed ladder
too slippery for
any human 
who had slept through the sweatiness of night. 

But, I'm convinced it wasn't meant for
human legs,
since each night the scurrying of thistly legs decorated the wooden floorboards, as a woosh of red went past us and 

The tssst of cockroach repellent was a tune we knew well,
a prayer song we'd sing
each night
to keep those sinful creatures away.

Each day, 
we, unwilling pilgrims, travelled by feet to the 6th floor 
or lok 
locked the door yet?
We couldn't 
- the handles had to be turned in opposite directions,
each afternoon shop 
meant sticky custard buns by the time 
entry was permitted. 

When the buns had been bitten,
and stories of the workday distributed with them,

the Bunks craddled us to sleep
and told us their their stories of a better Hong Kong,
where agorabphobia trembled at us leaving the house,
and police had vanished, so
the fish-smelling, Cantonese-yelling road lay ahead,
just for us.

And then we awoke at sunrise,
with buildings lain before us,

That Dress | 100 Days of Flash Fiction – Day #5

100 Days of Flash Fiction, Short Stories & Flash Fictions


‘The dress spoke for her’

She had no need to tell the world her intention – the dress spoke for her. She ascended to the stage.

It told the world:

On meeting my idols

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If there was one word I could use to describe my experience of last night it would be humanising.

Seeing Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay perform at EartH was quite possibly the best night of my life. I felt present, I felt grateful, I felt at peace, but I still cried so many tears.