A215 TMA3 Poetry

Just got my poetry mark back from A215. I submitted two free verse poems one about migraines - topical and one about winter (also topical but a bit more typical!) I really was not expecting much as I never wrote poetry before this module (and now I never will again,) and didn't enjoy the process at all.  So I was really surprised and pleased to get a mark in the same range as my prose work and now I can move onto life writing without having to hope for extra marks to make up for my deficient poetry! 

Aura

Light echoes and blurs

Thump, thump, thump

Your eyes begin to pulse

warning of a unwanted visit

from an old and spiteful companion

pepper and lemon fill your mouth and nose

retching acrid acidic air

Close the blinds, flick at the switches

off, off, off

dim the screens, rustle the curtains closed,

turn the electric clock to the wall

Light is not your friend.

sitting still, swallowing the chalky solutions

The roil of your stomach roars

Not at home for this.

Dash, dodge, deflect

ignoring the knock on the door of your conscious

the room revolves around

it's slow orbit convincingly real

clinging to the carpet cautiously

grasping at ephemeral hope of escape

(21 lines)

Fourth Quarter

First it is darkness – the world dims

The sun has gone down too soon

everyone grumbles, they miss the light.

Then it is the emerald painted white

A frosted tip hairstyle for the lawn

Glimpsed outside a window.

Now it is the breath that steams ahead

a warm puff then a sharp intake.

Barriers are erected, faces lost beneath scarves

Next it is glass on the ground,

Footsteps cautious, grip unsure

Carefully, carefully down the street.

Following it is the clouds – a warning sign.

White sky, white wind, white world

The flurries begins to fall.

So it is here, the world is blanketed

Traffic stills, life disrupted

For a quarter of it all.

(18 lines)