The Writers Den
A few weeks ago I went to the Writers Den with my friend and fellow blogger Hannah (link to her blog at the bottom of the post- you should check it out- she is very talented). I had a great time and it was nice meeting her again.
Whilst there, we had to write quick fire poetry based on certain prompts. Hannah's was anxiety and I didn't use mine (oops). Here's what we came up with:
Anxiety
by Hannah Zaki
It tastes like salty water
crystallised grains swirling in my mouth
it tastes like a gulp of the sea
like I'm drowning in my nerves
It has no shape
I can feel it sloshing around my arms
putting pressure on my limbs
It is a never ending horizon
stretched out before me
I can hear my drastic heartbeat
echoing in my ears- like I was deep under water
A metallic smell that fills my nose
As I drown in my emotion
Rusted Words
by Amelie Frost
My words are locked in perpetual motion,
tumbling and tripping and spilling out of my mouth
in growing entropy.
I try to write them down but the words get muddled
each desperately fighting for my attention
so in the end, they all go ignored.
I'm left with incoherent sentences,
words that stay lifeless on a page.
Heavy. Leaden. Grey.
Poisonous and defeatist words drill into my brain,
planting seeds of doubt.
My pen stops moving.
The page stays clean.
Everything grinds to a halt.
I sit there.
My words turn rusty and fill my mouth with copper.
Maybe tomorrow, I think.
Maybe tomorrow, I can tell my story.
Hannah's blog:
