You’ve probably not heard of #escapril, and I haven’t either until the other day. I’m not even sure who created the challenge, but I’m sending a big thanks to whoever did. Basically it aims at posting a poem a day throughout April under this hashtag.
To get involved, I am going to be posting daily poems through April on my blog. I’m starting off late, so here are four poems for the four days I’ve missed so far. Hope you enjoy them, and do get involved!
All it takes is a head-rush
taking out the trash
for the thousandth time
and crying into my interior brick walls.
I’ll feel better one day,
once the fluoxetine works.
For now, it’s electronic music
and dark indie folk,
procrastinating my novella
and breathing suicidal thoughts
like the vapours of mulled beer.
A love affair in bronze
I learnt to shuffle quite late in life,
now my fingers dance
among glistening cards.
femininity with their overflowing cups,
the roses and philanthropic pentacles,
as I sit in the dimming light.
I have love affairs
behind my religion’s back.
If Jesus only knew
what those candles were for,
he’d make that bronze crucifix cry.
Let your worries flutter away in the abyss, and learn that flowers don’t grow in fear. Put your hands down and settle for a deep warm hug at 6 am when the sun says hello and your flat mate plays jazz as he pours his filter coffee.
Our altars are phones, beds
and dating sites. We praise ourselves.
What happened to feet washing?
We went from GCSE marks to likes
and social media points score
whether or not we want to die.