11/19/2017 Poetry by Isabelle KenyonOut in the open The country air heals us, in a month you’ve become so small, become harder, less naïve – he’s left his mark, perhaps you’re better for it, hungry for success, for your own happiness above all else. I shouldn’t be surprised that you didn’t ask about me because you’ve been regrowing your roots, a kind of new growing deep in your bones – I forgot that unspoken, our friendship our loyalty lies deeper. Tell me you love me Assuming is a lesser magic than hearing you love me – assumptions are neither here nor there they float and never land. Many faces, many moons There are so many sides of me, which one do I wear when I wake up in the morning, when I let down my hair, shake the sleep away, unveil, my covers reveal shaking limbs, fragile if I choose to show it, brittle if you choose to touch: Don’t break me like they did. ![]() Bio: Isabelle Kenyon is a Greater Manchester based poet and a graduate in Theatre: Writing, Directing and Performance from the University of York. She is inspired by the people and events around her - she observes and writes what she sees and what she feels. She is the author of poetry anthology, This is not a Spectacle and micro chapbook, The Trees Whispered, published by Origami Poetry Press. Her poems have been published in many poetry anthologies and included in literary festivals, such as the Inkyneedles anthology, the Great British Write Off, the Wirral festival of Music, Speech and Drama, Poetry Rivals, and the Festival of Firsts. Isabelle has been awarded third place in the Langwith Scott Award for Art and Drama and runner up in the Visit Newark Poetry Competition. You can read more about Isabelle and see her work at flyonthewallpoetry.co.uk 11/19/2017 10:53:10 am
I really liked these, simple but deceptively so. Poignant too Comments are closed.
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