"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."
- Salman Rushdie
- Salman Rushdie
Just wanted to share my awesome news! I got an email earlier saying that a poem I'd written had been selected for publication in a uni magazine that's going to get distrubted 'into the world' as it were.
My very first publication, I'm chuffed to bits! I feel like a real writer!
Here's the poem if you're remotely interested :)
Blackout
Ophelia drowned herself
two weeks ago. Submerged,
head first, into the lake.
Air bubbles formed
at the corners of
her mouth until
one by one
they burst;
She couldn't shout.
The black ink thickens,
as she sinks.
Deeper,
Curls clinging
to her cheeks.
Her frozen pulse quickens,
and the last
beat
of
her
heart
sends ripples that disturb
the silence.
I can hear you now.
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