Round and Round – S Bee

Now the bag has another owner

Many thanks for S Bee for her fantastic entry to our competition and blog. S Bee is very passionate about writing and poetry, and her work frequently appears in publications. She also runs an email writing group. Find out more at: w ww.sbee.orgfree.com We really appreciate her kind decision to support the Voices project.

Round and Round

Millie gave a bag to her daughter in law

She’d had it too long, it held no flaw

Tracey hated it, so donated

The charity shop were so elated

–

Jude loved vintage, it was her thing

Bright colours and a bit of bling

Jude so liked the low price tag

And thought to herself, ‘I’ll have that bag!’

–

She was such an impulse buyer

but the bag’s colour didn’t match her attire

So off it went, to another charity

Could it be sold for fifty pee?

–

The shop’s manager took it instead

She liked the hue, a strong deep red

But it got stolen on a long train ride

The bag was empty, so she didn’t really mind

–

The train cleaner sneaked it home

He could sell it to pay off a loan

He’d try to flog it at the big car boot

Perhaps it was worth a lot of loot?

–

Jack picked up a bargain that day

A bag for his wife, not a lot to pay

Pat put it on an auction site

It sold very quickly, in fact that night

–

Now the bag has another owner

A sixty- something Scot called Shona

In another month or two

This bag will pass – to me or you?

S Bee, West Yorkshire

Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation. Do you have a poem you would like to submit to Voices? Feel free to do so by email at: voicespoetry@outlook.com or via the ‘Contact’ page on this site.

Century Twenty One – Ellie Sparks

We are more than our footprints

Thank you very much to Ellie Sparks for her topical and thought-provoking entry. Ellie is a Creative Writing graduate who has a passion for poetry, horror movies, swimming and pop-punk music. We really appreciate Ellie taking the time to share her talents with us and enter the competition.

Century Twenty One

We are more than our footprints,
kneaded down in
familiar sands.
We are not the trails we have
followed.
We are not the road signs
we’ve missed.
We are personalities
floating inside a
universe
where big hands
stand still.
We stop and we stare,
waiting to smash
the hard drives
of computerised
sat navs and
the lines on old-fashioned road maps.

Ellie Sparks, 22, Southern England

Poem 5: The Journey – Jacinta Noel

There’s no one here to comfort me, no rose tinted love, no spectacles to reassure me

Jacinta Noel is currently studying at the University of Exeter and has a passion for poetry. In her own words, the art form provides Jacinta with an opportunity to ‘reflect and look back on my journey and be able to develop as a young individual.’ We are very thankful for Jacinta’s decision to share her talents, and we are sure you will appreciate her work.

Poem 5: The journey

As I read through the lines I look

Within

Searching to find myself amongst the confusion; the constant discussion.

Jumbled words. Constant echo –

Ringing.

–

But I look deep and within

I find a sense of hope – a sense of blurred emotion

The real me?

There’s no one here to comfort me, no rose tinted love, no spectacles to reassure me

–

Maybe that’s a good thing.

This journey is for me to travel and go down…

The lane… lone road.

–

Without fear I begin, so –

–

Let me be. Leave me alone.

Please.

I ask kindly, as I drift,

Float,

Rock, towards…

Destiny.

Jacinta Noel, University of Exeter

The Tale of a Gentlewoman – Geraldine Tunstall

Her heart was sore

A special thanks to Geraldine Tunstall for her powerful submission to Voices and the poetry competition. Have you found your soul mate? The mysterious nature of love and the human need for companionship and appreciation is addressed masterfully in ‘Tale of a Gentlewoman’. We really appreciate Geraldine sharing this special poem with us.

The Tale of a Gentlewoman

All she ever wanted

was to give her heart to a deserving suitor

Her prized possession

had a little wear and tear

but was still fully functioning

Most wanted one with all the bells and whistles

but she was waiting for a man

that wanted an old antique with some charm

Her heart was sore

she didn’t know how to feel anymore

Lump in her throat, it was hard to breathe

wishing everyone would just leave

so much chatter in her head

trying not to see red

She heard the cries

and whispers in the wind

Not sure of which way she was going

she took a deep breath

and told herself it didn’t matter

as long as she didn’t stop

They met in a dark place

the shadows made it hard to see

So many times they stumbled

but patience and communication were key

She intently listened

held her hand out for him to find

Knew she should share her thoughts

as he couldn’t read her mind

Her face trembled

as the tears brimmed to the top

She’d been holding it together so long

she was ready to pop

She put on a brave face

as he pulled her close

Baby, what’s wrong?

tears streamed as if she’d just seen a ghost

Geraldine Tunstall

Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation.

Do you have a poem you would like to submit to Voices? Feel free to do so by email at: voicespoetry@outlook.com or via the ‘Contact’ page on this site.