Acquiesce – Anne Victoria Westwood

Life’s tides envelope me and try to drown

Anne Victoria Westwood is a primary school teacher who lives in Derbyshire. In her spare time, she enjoys penning verse, and we really appreciate her decision to share ‘Acquiesce’ with us. Thank you Anne.

Acquiesce

I am cast adrift but still afloat,
just hanging alone, low remote.
Life’s tides envelope me and try to drown,
but I’m still head up when I’m down.
For in the sky I see a sun,
one day when all of this is done.
I’ll be back on dry land for all to see,
but will it be the real me?
Could, should, would have to be. 

Anne Victoria Westwood, 43, Derbyshire

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Pink or Blue? – Katie Bagg

That was the first time you’d been put in a box, but it wouldn’t be the last

Many thanks to Katie Bagg for a very thoughtful and topical entry to Voices. Katie is very passionate about poetry and ‘Pink or Blue?’ focuses on the struggles of a transgender man.

Pink or Blue?

“Pink or blue?” Your parents asked

“Pink” he replied 

That was the first time you’d been put in a box, but it wouldn’t be the last


A pink home, with pink walls and pink floors,

Pink clothes and pink shoes, a pink bed you did not choose, 

pink food and pink drink, a pink bath and pink sink  

A pink life, a pink world, a pink baby – maybe?


A pink school, with pink friends and pink teachers,

Pink uniform and pink hair, a pink chair – that didn’t seem fair,

Pink toilets and pink toys, a pink playground full of pink noise

A pink life, a pink world, a pink child – maybe?

 

A pink textbook, with pink words and pink pictures,

Blue brain and blue imagination, a blue head full of frustration 

Green friends and green hair, a pink world that started to stare 

A pink life, a pink world, a blue teenager – maybe?


Pink words from a pink parent leave pink scars on a blue heart

A blue wish from a blue body goes unnoticed in this pink world 


Forced time and time again into pink boxes:

College applications – pink

Drivers license – pink

Social media accounts – pink

Email – pink


But, blue boxes were just waiting to be filled,

And a blue life was just waiting to begin. 

A blue world – ready for you to embrace it. 


Pink or blue? 


Blue. 

Katie Bagg, 16

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Lovebirds – Chris Hughes

When our eyes meet The lovebirds tweet

lovebirds

Many thanks to Chris Hughes from Shropshire for his entry to Voices. Chris is very passionate about poetry and has been writing for a number of years now.

Lovebirds

Your hand grips mine
Our minds intertwine
Two hearts beat as one.
When our eyes meet
The lovebirds tweet
Their tune plays on and on.
Initials etched in trees
You brought me to my knees
You span my head around.
For better, for worse
I can’t wait to traverse
My life turned upside down.
A love without fear
My feelings are clear
They’re written all over my face.
Our future together
We’ll be spending forever
Clinched in loves sweet embrace.

Chris Hughes, 36, Shropshire

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Becoming – Amanda Steel

And now I’m changing From the little girl you knew

Becoming

Amanda Steel is the author of the poetry collection “Pieces of Me” and several novels. She is also the editor of Printed Words and co-host of the podcast “Reading in Bed”. Her website is www.amandasteelwriter.com We really appreciate Amanda’s support.

Becoming

I was still talking

Even though I had paused

And had more I wanted to say

I only blinked and missed 

What you wanted to say

Now you’re missing it all

I haven’t turned out yet

I’ve still got a way to go

 

I was still talking

There was more to say

Even though I had paused

And now you won’t get to see

But I hope that you know

I hope you hear now

So that when we meet again

I won’t be a stranger to you

 

I was still talking

And now I’m changing

From the little girl you knew

I don’t know what I’ll become

But I’ve plenty more to share

And I can’t be who I was

I’m still turning out

Into whatever I’ll come

Amanda Steel

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The Earth 01.02.19 – Emily Johnson

like a seed waiting to germinate and bloom in glorious agony

Earth

Emily Johnson is a 15 year old writer from Edinburgh who loves creating poetry. We really appreciate her decision to participate in the Voices project. Thank you Emily.

the earth

01.02.19

It is 

dormant,

waiting 

my skin shows promise to freeze, 

And crack. Break. 

It

eminates from me 

like a seed waiting to germinate and bloom in glorious agony 

inside

inside 

it is buried inside

digging 

breaking through the skin

the earth

oh when where you planted  

my tears only help you grow

heat, once a comfort, sees you bloom a new leaf,

it all comes from the earth

the mother earth 

Emily Johnson, 15, Edinburgh

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The Greatest Mystery of All – Tyler Kershaw

In my heart they will always remain

Tyler Kershaw is a Film Student at Leeds Trinity University who has very kindly decided to submit his work to Voices. Tyler is extremely passionate about poetry and writing, and we thank him for his contribution.

The greatest mystery of all

As I sit here in modest reflection,

I think of the lives that fill my heart with affection,

Scottish neighbours down the road,

Nana and Grandad whose love they bestowed,

Benny, Izzy Lula dogs most faithful,

My feelings for them forever grateful,

 

In the folly of youth I thought them immortal,

Feeling their affection I forgot they were mortal,

So many sunny days and happy nights,

Their aura, their power shining so bright,

This fire they made lit me up like a lantern,

Brush strokes on my life left me with a pattern,

 

In my house I see their pictures,

The memories up there just fading fixtures,

My question to the cosmos the universe at large,

Are their spirits up their or just a mirage,

Do they watch from the heavens under Heimdallr’s eyes?

Or is this comforting thought a torrent of lies,

 

I think I understand this affronting mystery,

There is more that’s left than just plain history,

In my heart they will always remain,

Their existence was always more than a brain,

The power of the soul forever eternal,

The spark the fire forever infernal,

 

Although I weep at the physical loss,

I can’t help but smile they’ve passed across,

On to the boundaries of a new existence,

I will always remember them with all my persistence,

At times it makes me mellow it makes me sad,

But this feeling and force I’ll always be glad,

Tyler Kershaw, 21, Leeds

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Nimbus – Luke Nutt

bright like an idea or a movement in dance

Luke Nutt is a university graduate with a passion for English and creative writing. He often draws upon personal experiences but decided to create ‘Nimbus’ in honour of a friend’s sister who was recently diagnosed with cancer. Thank you so much Luke for sharing your talents with Voices and entering the competition.

NIMBUS

a hair becomes ash
for fingers to play
to write a play.
crespucular in mood
but bright like an idea
or a movement in dance.
there is no snuffing you
no forcing you from the sky –
your cloud is as I say

                  your cloud.

mammoth of nimbus
you are no dowager
you live, sky blue,
sky and blue,
light hue on a damaged canvas.
and like the cloud’s tears feed
foliage;
it, too, feeds the stream
next to which we build cities,
churches, homes. keeping hope
remaining
hopeful
for the droplets
that contain
               you.

Luke Nutt

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The Grief in my Mind – Macee Grace Atkins

Like a broken mother, I mourned for someone

Macee Grace Atkins has had a love of reading, writing short stories and poetry from an early age. A tragic accident which resulted in the loss of a fellow student at Macee’s school inspired ‘The Grief in my Mind’. We really appreciate Macee taking the time to share her talents, and address a very difficult so topic eloquently through the medium of poetic verse.

I didn’t quite know you and you didn’t quite know me,

but somehow. The silence of the crowds,

and the parting of the clouds, made me wish you peace.

For it wasn’t meant to be.

Like a broken mother,

I mourned for someone I had not loved but somehow lost.

Trickling droplets of grief

cleansed me of the purity of happiness. Until

a single angelic sign settled on my right shoulder.

Reminding me of hope,

that of which I have for you, Aamer.

Macee Grace Atkins, 15

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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

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Dancing Queen – Elizabeth Train-Brown

the world is a stage and the speakers are on

It is very special to celebrate the life someone special through the medium of poetry, and Elizabeth Train-Brown remembers her Nana, who ‘spent her century-long life dancing and teaching others’, in a magical way. We are very proud to present ‘Dancing Queen’ in the blog. Having had experience working with cancer charities, she was very keen to support this project. Elizabeth followed her parents into a life of performance, becoming the ‘fire breathing Phoenix on stage’ and has also pursued a career in writing. Find out more about Elizabeth at: Dancing on the Knife Point. Thanks again Elizabeth for sharing your exceptional poetry.

Dancing Queen

(for Violet)

Her legs are stiff with age; it’s been so long since she danced,

Twirled and chartered the floor, chanced

Each night with a new man on her arm

Now, she’s stuck in a chair, blanket warm

Over her knees and the sky went dark hours ago.

She’s been dreaming with her eyes open, you know,

Gazing at the wall with a smile on her face as music drifts

Through the air and partners fly around her like swifts

In the sky. There’s a band in the corner, playing louder and louder:

Sax and bass and drums and voices shower

The dancefloor in streams of light, bathe the room in

Tangible ribbons of sheet music. Her lips part to sing

And somewhere, in another life, her voice echoes

Through the room and not a soul dare go

When their ears catch those fluttering notes.

Here, the air circles with lazy dust motes

But there, the world is a stage and the speakers are on:

I’m here! She cries into the mic. Did you think I was gone?

Their whoops and cheers carry her like stretchers

Through the crowd, each brush of skin electric with embers

Of song and dance and excitement in her veins again.

She’s dancing the foxtrot through torrents of champagne,

The waltz, the jive, the rumba, the salsa,

The tango, the jitterbug, the cha cha cha—

Her legs are alive after an age of rest,

Awake and electrified and the best

You will ever see from all around. She’s whirling and spinning

Across the dancefloor as if she never stopped; she’s finally winning.

They’ll cry, she knows, in that other life

Damp on their cheeks, hearts of strife.

But one or two will smile, spare a grateful thought

That up there above, heaven has a dance floor.

Elizabeth Train-Brown

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