I was asked by the Roundhouse to write a poem to promote the amazing Spoken Word Festival happening throughout november at the Roundhouse. Its the first of its kind and its going to be incredible.
I wrote this little story about the power of words and their potential.
She’s got words in her very bones.
Suspended pendants in her soul
But she’s never been able to let them go.
To flow fiercely, rush,
And never slow.
But they’re all up in her head like sediment
Peddling and relevant,
And she knows they need to be thrown into something and settle like snow.
And she’s so confused about the world.
And all the hurt that lives alongside the beauty in this paradox of matrimony.
She thinks her heart might be broken but she can’t be certain yet.
Her Mum used to write poems.
She found them one day and everything changed.
They were in the attic, typewritten and fingerprint stained and screaming from the page.
All the things she wanted to say
But she felt like she couldn’t because she was too afraid.
All there in black and grey
Beginning to fade,
All the plans she had made,
All the records she’d played and how they’d cut through her like a blade,
Made her feel something.
All her secrets betrayed and her stories displayed,
All her days.
The words rang in the air like the last orders bell
Hangs in the stupor of a drunken crowd
And swayed a cloud of muffled silence
Over her now.
And she wanted nothing more than to just
Allow herself to speak her words out loud
For the all the times that she’d been too afraid to cry or shout.
To figure out the way her mind works with rhymed words
And verse a fragile heart.
For dreams she never even realized she had to start to come true.
In a crowded room.
Full of strangers.