IT'S NATIONAL POETRY DAY

National poetry day and newsletter day have collided and my little heart has skipped a beat.
It’s like finding a four leaf clover in a field of green or an extra packet of crisps at the back of the cupboard when you thought you’d scoffed them all last week while binge watching Kaos.
Hypothetically…

When I share my work online, I often get comments that say something along the lines of
‘I usually hate poetry, but I kinda enjoyed this’
and my response is always, well, maybe you don’t hate poetry as much as you think you do.

I totally get it.

There was a big chunk of my life where I thought poetry was only whatever existed in the AQA anthology, ready to be analysed within an inch of its little A,B,A,B rhyme scheme life.
But you can only underline so much metaphor and identify so much pathetic fallacy before the thing in its entirety loses all magic.

More often than not, I found it really hard to understand. Like, what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of thine heart, d’you know whadda mean.