Category Writing
Poetry Corner | Poem #17
Who says that writing isn’t like giving birth? And a little bit like self-destruction too. I do my best work while the rest of the world is asleep, apparently, and it’s always going to be worth it.
Poetry Corner | Poem #16: Blackbird
Spring has sprung and life, it blooms. I’ve just been thinking about the beauty in the everyday and the little moments which make up happiness, and I think I managed to capture this one on paper. I guess I don’t need kangaroos or koala bears after all, just the humble old blackbird.
23 at 23
Or 23 things to tell myself at the grand old age of 23 and a half. There’s nothing wrong with being weird. And don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. It’s really cool being a vegetarian, but not everybody else wants to hear about it. Idealism is all well and good, but sometimes a little realism […]
Poetry Corner | Poem #13: I Was Ice
An oldie but a goodie. In my eyes anyway.
Poetry Corner | Poem #12
And sometimes I wish that I could unbelieve the person, or the people, that I create. And sometimes I think that I should just be grateful for an imagination so resourceful. To be honest I don’t think this even counts as a poem but, hey, they’re words and I like them.
Poetry Corner | Poem #11
I’m midway through what feels like the millionth edit of my book, and this is particularly relevant at the moment. It’s still strange to me that a world can exist so vividly and entirely within my head, and now on the paper I’m reading, and that the people from this world feel like real and […]
Poetry Corner | Poem #10 : In Autumn Time
I told you I loved Autumn. Ten whole poems I’ve shared on here, ten pieces of my soul. I’m feeling a bit braver now, a bit more like I love what I’m doing and I love the feeling that people, however few, are reading my work, however crappy. Watch this space, as ever.
Poetry Corner | Poem #9: Filler
I can’t be the only one who sees everything through rose-tinted glasses of my own making, who lives with an overactive imagination so hopeful, so resourceful, that I can fall in love with my version of something a million times before it becomes itself. I don’t know if it’s naive or optimistic to see the […]
Bethany Wren 