THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.
Before you become flowers , you were a
rough storm, a dark night, a lonely shell.
You were a book with no end.
You were an ocean that never peace , tide
never fell, waves never slowed.
You were a boomerang that swung lonely.
Your heart shone bright, a midnight moon.
And when you were grassfield , you let everyone play around on you.
You were a scary fall, but a not so horror landing.
You were a neon sign someone
was looking for.
A reminder that you are more than what society portrays you as.
A smile across someone's face.
A glass of thick honey, cosy and sweet.
A shot of Rum & Whiskey, burning going down.
After the rain stops pounding down,
like heavy punches from above, you grew, big and beautiful, like a new life, a beautiful flower.