Tag Archives: Poetry
Poem: Ghost Kicks
I was one of those annoying and fortunate people who actually enjoyed my pregnancy. When my baby was first born – although I was obviously overjoyed that he was finally here – I found I actually missed the feeling of him being inside me. So this is quite a special and personal poem (and I’m […]
Me Mother Other: how I rediscovered my writing voice after having a baby
If you know me, you’ll know that I love using my writing to process life and the experiences that have made it up so far. Teenage angst, moving to another country, travelling, loss, having my heart broken (or so it felt like): all of this found its way into my writing through snippets and poems […]
Poem: Mothering is quiet work
Kicking off my new poetry series by sharing one of my favourite poems I’ve written recently. Spoiler alert: I’ve written A LOT about the delirious sleep deprivation of exclusively breastfeeding. There’ll be many more coming!
A year of motherhood: thoughts & poems
Hello there, it’s been a while! I’ve been pretty quiet here on my blog for recent months and the reason for that is explained by the title of this blog post. Early last year my life changed in the most extreme, soul-shifting way possible. I became a mother. The past year has been wonderful, exhausting, […]
Poem: For My Brother
It’s been a while since I shared a poem on here. Poetry just feels so intrinsically personal and emotional – maybe because I only ever write about the things that matter to me, and sometimes those things hurt. So here you go – this one’s for my brother. Who deserves everything he thinks he doesn’t. […]
Finding inspiration and challenging myself as a writer
Hello and welcome back to the part of my blog where I document my journey as a writer, and write about how much I both love and hate writing. It’s been a bumpy couple of months. There have been many reasons – global pandemic notwithstanding – why I haven’t really felt like blogging, and writing […]
Poem #35: Puzzle
We are all messes of ourselves, and yet somehow the pieces always make a puzzle.
Poem #34: Mountains from Dust
I suppose we are all walking on a path of dust to the mountains.
Poetry Corner | Poem #33
Counting freckles in the mountains.
Poetry Corner | Poem #32
I’ll happily drown if you’ll be there too.
Bethany Wren 