Poetry by Isabelle Kenyon

Out 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.

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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

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